Spritely wouldn’t be the word to describe her. She was cute and dirty, the opposite of royalty, but it suited her just fine. The thought never crossed my mind. Her hair of amber waves wasn’t braided. So, it clung to her face. She didn’t play alone, it was her and her shadow. The…
Soaring through a galaxy of emotions, transcending logic and purpose, gives me the idea that I’m a foreigner to inner peace.
I can’t— but I could. I would when I should. I’d just regret. Instead, I’d forget. Is it worth the mention? The answer dangles beneath the question. I know it doesn’t make sense, but I want to figure out its existence. Just one more go, to invigorate my mind and soul.
Arched stars in the dark, full moon ablaze, light the way to eternity. Indefinite are the questions we seek to unstable answers. Oh, cosmic rainbow, wild are the wishes you capture.
Now that money isn’t an issue and life slips away from me, how much would it cost to go back to a time when this never mattered?
Embedded are sunsets and clouds upon the wings of a Monarch butterfly. Their steadfast prowess against the wind can be justified by its instinctual commitment. Where and why do they go stirring up placidness and tornadoes? Then again, why question a bug worth admiring?