Beautiful Struggle

so much beauty…you would struggle to see, but be left in awe once you saw it… I watched myself profit from my plummet… Encouraged  by contagiously courageous condemnation,  inspired by painstakingly painful perspicacity… What gave me the audacity, to stay, to face it… I had to face it, I could never escape it, through empty glasses,

Half heartedly in love

They met in a dream, so real to him, she had made a lasting impression, but never hung around to be recalled at his discretion… One half of his heart she would fill with love, the other with tension. He knew she would either be a life partner or another life lesson Despite his many

Peice of my mind

The mind; a battle field, for the worrier warrior, who draws the will he wields from his soul sheath, while hiding behind his ego shield. Fighting for a sense of security, defending a feeling of purity, descending and transcending maturity. An odyssey not for the eyes to see, just time zones redefined by a mind