My words are a drop of water drowning in the everlasting ocean of every day thoughts My words are a helium balloon on a breeze wondrous awe for a moment, then floating away higher and higher, then out of sight
Balancing the equation
When I get, I give back in equal measure. Sweet words are met with smiles Anger meets fury. But, lately I have started to wonder, if there are better ways to balance the equation. What if — storm meets calm
you and me #OctPoWriMo
(Most of the time, I know I am nice I even let myself believe I mean a lot to you) Most of the time, we soar together like a bubble, shimmering rainbows under blue skies a delight to behold (but,
Fall like water #OctPoWriMo Day 1
over a precipice Falling like a nondescript waterfall though the height may not be great I still fall the jagged rocks beneath my surface cannot pierce the ‘real’ me, and like water I shall continue to flow. Still, apprehension shall