She stepped onto the train, and readily began the process of unwrapping herself. *** Bags, down. Coat, unbuttoned, unzipped. Gracefully, she slips out of it. Scarf, untied, unrolled… …Unleashing her long mane of curly, dark blonde hair. Advertisements
“She invites me in and guides me to her office door. I had expected a dark interior, heavy velvet curtains, Louis XV furniture, old books and antique French tapestry. My imaginings could not have been further from reality.”
“With every step we took, every word we voiced, our bodies and souls expressed the joy we felt to have crossed paths. Though I would not admit it to her or anyone, deep down, I could already sense that we would be walking as one, from then on.”
Warm drops of water are hitting my skin, massaging my flesh, bringing power to my mind and heat to my wintered body. With each pearly touch, my nerves loosen up. Cascading thoughts’ heat take me back to you. Soon enough my hands aren’t mine anymore. They are yours.
Starting Minds open Hearts tempered Enter you and I a flitting pair of atoms sailing earthbound streams. Just a touch Divine brush Just a touch Soulful rush Fervent embrace Heartfelt junction Merging lines Breaking bounds Melting limbs Burning cores FLICKERING CRUSHES THRUST AT HEART, FREE, TAKE OVER AND SHAKE BUBBLE WORLDS
“She (…) scrutinized me with the same serious look that had been glued to her face since the morning. (…) That look confirmed my gut feeling, before any of her words did. I hadn’t been imagining anything. There was something beyond the wall. And that something was somehow linked to me.”
Wednesday, May 15th, 1907 I was strolling around in the Jardin des Tuileries, taking deep breaths in and out, trying to open my mind, to be aware of everything around me. I could find inspiration in children playing, people discussing, in the shape of trees, patches of grass and flowers around me.
i- Pumped up heart beating fast, feeding limbs with rich blood bustling with raw joy. Excitement binding pieces of machinery programmed to power senses – connected, heightened, electrified – touch,
“You took my hand Sent me on a ferris wheel ride Driving to the core of our lives Emerging on a high So close yet so wide apart”
Geometric lines coursing on the ground, housing temporary guests firing kerosene sprouting stems of toxic smoke – avid conquerors leaving passing scars in the skies. We are colons acting like haughty kings in a castle,
She felt animated – her heart brimming with emotions, as if it were about to explode. The liquid joy coursing through her veins made her feel like she could take on the world.
“She loved those in-between moments, where worlds join and make everything possible. Precious instants that merge dreams and reality, building bridges, creating links she could not even see before.”