Clarity in Muddied Waters
A Messianic Journey Through Pen and Peace. Writing from the Stillness Within.
A Messianic Journey Through Pen and Peace. Writing from the Stillness Within.
I want to dance, but will these weary limbs hold me? I want to leap without falling, spin without tripping. To throw myself into movements, without throwing myself away. I want to dance, but can my quaking hands break the bars of my cage? Could I fly with the stars? Or would I merely jump…
The opening. The shutting. A heart cracked in two. Love oozing out in place of blood, being trampled by thoughtless strangers. The opening. The shutting. The blink of an eye. Salty tears touch the dry earth which steals away its moisture. The opening. The shutting. Too much in pain to make anything come out. Lips…
Shimmering bodies dance in blue, like ladies in a musical. Sand like sprinkles on an iced cake, blankets on top like cherries. Clouds like cotton candy one day, other times menacing grins. Skies of different colours, changing with my mood. Drifting with the waves, the atmosphere moved. Chaos blending in harmony to create what can…