My
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
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 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…
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_
Unconsolable beautiful words embedded in my bones & flesh. Tears of despair sing their lullaby. A friend or foe who visits in my dreams with a message. A hand, a kiss of an total stranger that unlocked free will. I feel so I am. To tremble and shudder when I unleashed with a sigh once…
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…
Captured by reason blown away into pieces. The rhyme in the song of life keeps me moving. Rationally fed through nurture. Driven by needs and surprised by the unexpected. Senses keep me hostage by carrying a positive rage to consume through my wants. It’s knowingly, willingly and able to. This is, was and will be…