I invite you in, through the lens, of my perception: my eyes, leaking tears, shed like watercolour-paint-blotches upon my cheeks, and skin, crinkled with the weight of age and all I’ve seen through lifetimes. Think again, I’ll ask before you come in: just a warning, for I wonder how you might cope to observe, firstContinue reading “Through the Eyes of a Psychic”
The petals of our fragile love unravelling in the gossamer breeze of fading time as you and I drift through and away between enlightened spirits revealing as they’re fiercely weaving the webs of our stolen memories.
from the stars I came… … and to the stars I shall return
Image: Road to Liguria, Italy – Herman Rhoids The dark forest stretched ahead. Trees wrestled with each other in their search for the sun, yearning to be gilded by light. But their growth is warped, bodies twisted, locked together in a vicious embrace. She thrust apart the branches, struggled between sentient trunks. Twigs recoiled, and thornsContinue reading “Blood Leaves”