Sometimes, we all have to remember that out of the darkness comes the light. There is beauty all over. It is up to you to see it. All you need to be happy is to be alive.
A short poem about how sometimes we forget who we want to be, in order to be who they want us to be.
A short poem I wrote on an endless night of dreaming awake.
Threatening skies Feathers of a late bloom July I hear you through the skin I feel you Sun that forgot to shine Empty rocks Moon of secrecy, tell me, where have you been? Silence of black and white ...
Inspired by all the strong, beautiful women I have ever encountered.