What cries more? The greyish stormy city skies outside, or my heart, when your name is upon it recalled? --------------------- (Janice) By Julio Carlos
Completed dreams in nebulae moons shining black as faded suns. A cosmos falling down, felt gravity of it all, broken sights upon open ground. A look above, miraged truths shown, speeches of believable lies steps given without disposition to try as no reasons are there to be, nor motives to ask why.
I wish I held a passage of a feeling, so after the passage of winds, nothing I’d have. In love, as a kid that knows nothing about, with eyes that flinch and guts that pinch. Foolish is the love that I give as a curse, to you, yours being myself terrified…Read more Foolish love
Cracking sounds. Difference in resonated pitches. Contractions, hopes of kisses. Dreams of wishing, a perfect misjudged world. Absentia. (Elimadey) Check my books out.