Cycle
I observe, ask, listen, speak, open up……A crack emerging once again.
Uncontrollable craving shows his face.
I react, share, touch, sigh, reflect……I’m content, experiencing calmness.
Until the cycle is complete……
10-03-2016
_Driandayaba_
I observe, ask, listen, speak, open up……A crack emerging once again.
Uncontrollable craving shows his face.
I react, share, touch, sigh, reflect……I’m content, experiencing calmness.
Until the cycle is complete……
10-03-2016
_Driandayaba_
It exist in many forms and should always be unconditionally. It comes from your inner self and is pure and easy to retain. You keep it constantly flowing by exploring you and being you. It’s the way to be free and open minded. At times I am overwhelmed by this open hearted feeling. It fills…
In order 2 sustain, love must B able 2 survive outside the bubble. It’s a moment in our created timeline, carrying insecurity as a name. It’s the boarder that pulls us in and out our comfort zone. It’s like sleeping with windows open regarding the weather. It’s not seeing the other in the flesh for…
Not dwelling on the past. Announced & executed with no regrets. Asked and trusted your answers. Thought it was mutual. Feel your bars closing with every message. Moulding a key to fit all the locks. Can’t do a rerun of processing events. This feels unreal I set us free. Don’t wrinkle my wings. STOP stealing…
My past shaped me into a proud woman. No regret what so ever. My present wants to mould me in something I’m not. Heartbreak lines appear. My future is a pencil line. I carry the eraser. -Driandayaba- 27-04-2016
We hadn’t hooked up for many years. Five years ago I saw a glimpse of you, it made me smile inside. Yearning for more. I’ve missed you. Your smile, being balanced, altruistic, loving, caring, understanding, sweet, creative, conscious, spiritual, wise & soothing. I know…. it was my own neglect. It won’t happen again. Now I experience more…
Show me your freaky as it’s echoing your nasty. Blended with lust as a guide while our souls are mating. Caress the playful demons. Stroke passion untill there’s flesh under our nails. Bullshit has no place here. Get off that moral horse and ride your dragon. This glass house needs to get vacant or will receive stones. Take…