i know what i write is imperfect. and i fear imperfections, so i do not write.
but now i will write. because what's imperfect can also be beautiful.
here goes nothing.


What I wantWhat I wantWhat I want
I want strong wind and soft sun the dirt and tall trees I want adventure and travel to sail the high seas! I want new skin and fresh eyes
each moment I live I want old love and true friends to take and to give I want to keep moving
to never stand still To break and fall down and then be rebuilt.


Nightswimming NightswimmingNightswimming
Sweet smelling breezes skim across our skin As we lie and listen to the groaning of the old dock Still water mirrors the sea of glittering stars above While gentle moonlight sets aglow
the whispering willow trees and slowly dancing mists Silently we slip from our spot on tethered boards Into the glassy waters
and swim for the center of the second sky Stars swirl around our fingers and toes And moonlight seeps into every pore Such a severe sin it would be to speak So we swim in silence And submerse ourselves in serenity  


Morphosisflexible, changeable, stretchable, fakeable name your fancy yell your price i'll do what you want i'll see what you want i'll go where you want i'll be who you want i am freeflowing i am liquid i am undefined innocent and sweet? i am she dirty and shared? i am she doting and caring? i am she rebellious and annoyed? i am she water can be anything any shape any form water doesn't mind because it doesnt know it's true shape anyways it bends to please the curves of the valley the whims of rocks and stones the dips and rises of eMorphosis


The Rabbit HoleAgain I fall Fall deep into the rabbit hole Deep into the bright black unknown That holds so much promise And so much darkness The possibility tempts me I can´t help but fall I have to touch it I have to try An impossible task I fail every time But still i try Again and again Still I flail and grab at the whispering black Just for the chance That just once I´ll succeed And finally Fall into WonderlandThe Rabbit Hole


Stand up to hear the callStand up to hear the callStand up to hear the call
Stand up to hear the call That no one else will hear That voice across the ages Passed from kin to kin The cry of lonely sages The wonderment of youth The spirit of Angleico The patron saint of art Is touching you so dont let go You must ride this lonely road
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what ever doesn't kill us just makes us wish it had.
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There are only two ways of spreading light -
to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
- Edith Wharton
so glad you like it! ^_^
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AL [link] / SerdarAKIN [link]
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"And in the end, the love you make is equal to the love you take."
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BROWSE | FLICKR
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