She knows and believes...
I am an enigma to myself; A mystery of flesh compounded into life for all to see. The thoughts and beliefs are odd as they are mine, Yet thought up beyond any control. The structure I exist as is just a symbiotic collection of natural data and biological evolution, That of which I hardly do understand; Let alone comprehend its potential. Yet, she knows. She knows it. She knows it...
As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.– Pablo Neruda
Perhaps we are in this world to search for love, find it and lose it, again and...– Isabel Allende
The night is long. And I feel like my attributes resemble those of drift wood. Drift wood. I contain no thought, no weight and no sense of direction; just heading along with the swell towards a destination unknown. This is usually the case with staying awake for 24 hours, what you believed you felt changes. I believed I felt human at some point, but that changed slowly with each waking minute...
24 hours of this day...
The embrace was warm and tight. She assaulted my arms the very instant I exited my car, and locked it. The embrace was perfect. Tighter than usual. I could sense how much she missed me, in the grip her arms contorted around my torso, slowly etching out the breath from within my rib cage, which I didn’t mind at all. I kissed her forehead, whilst I too held her in return. She nestled into me...
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in...– Friedrich Nietzsche, On reading and writing.
It proves her ways...
Her mind creates ideas that are sterling gems of pure ingenuity, that become spectacular spectacles of perfection. They pay off, they pave her way, they make her unique. She is the true individual, that resides within her humble mind, where she fabricates the goals and dreams of passion that won me over, that created fans, that made her unique. I know she’s going to be the beacon...