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…
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…
I See I Hear I Feel I Taste I Touch Life as it comes my way. Presence of abundance a peaceful thought. Trust without prove. Being selfish & egoistic as a path to self-worth that leads to sharing unconditionally. Self-control my only real control. Answering the main question:”Am I my own best friend? Accepting what…
We both must fall in order to rise up again. Chase birds away and meet again. Dressed, but yet feel so naked. I also dropped many to save me. Who are we fooling? Its in our nature to change colors in order to remain in a different state. Build up a reserve to get us…
My hands following pathways created by genes & test of time. In state of trance encountering lines, nodes, bumps, bones, flesh & muscles. At times my mind drifts & appears with every stroke an image of you. How my senses followed your lines, nodes, bumps, bones, flesh & muscles. Body and mind aligned to fulfill this task….
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