Turn the page, carry on my son
Call every ounce of your power back to you.
The world is at your fingertips
My imagination like others holds no bounds, nothing stopping it nothing shifting it. My imagination flows fluidly and happens almost every night. While in bed trying to sleep my imagination can just suddenly pop! Triggered by certain songs I delve into this other world where everyone is the same no hierarchy, no one above the other, all together immersing ourselves to the music, to the lyrics of the song. My imagination is bright and beautiful and I love to find myself adding new pieces to the visions I see when closing my eyes wondering one day if my imagination will become a reality. I am not willing it to happen but there is a small glitter of hope that this other worldly imagination may happen.
we often oppress ourselves into a state of sadness after the heartbreaks from our past lovers
Some say there is no love stronger than that of a parent
You are the most beautiful
Learning to run, when I couldn’t walk...
I learned the hard way I could never slow down