like the fire that cooks evening meals tender and warm like the ice that hails from the heavens bitter and harsh i kiss both them embracing those lips that bind us.

little freckles masking your purity. wipe it off to only find the impurity. the act may be impure but it is always there. little freckles without any blemish.

the song that laments the song that rejoices in the sacred place throughout our essence the joy of sadness is a song of sorrow the sadness of truth is a song to the siren the music that moves mountains is not unlike the prayers of a child

i reconnected with one of my oldest and deepest friends from high school last week and i am simply amazed by the parallel lives that we have lived. our independence at a very young age has shaped us in most similar ways. sometimes i even wonder why we’re aren’t even soul mates but i think i know why. nonetheless, i am very much intigured by what lies a head for the both of us. different lives but very much the same path. i think it’s quite wonderful that we known each for quite a long time that […]