Author Archives: dustforthedancers
It’s interesting, life. The expectations that are placed upon us, by us, by them, by we. These internal hang ups we create based on our own perceptions of what the outside want to see. Like you looking at me, thinking … Continue reading
I’ve learnt that one of my favourite opportunities in life, Is picking up the pieces of my broken and shattered heart, And putting it back together, Just giving myself the time. Using tears and late nights, To weave gold around … Continue reading
Hold me, Let me sink, Into your existence, Let my bones melt, My skin soften, My mouth moisten. Let me cry torrents, Saturate your being, In tears and mucous. Hold me and let me sink. Hold me. Hold me against … Continue reading
A little lost in love loops, drown me in your river, don’t let me hit rock bottom, but don’t let me up for air. Hold me under,until my breath proceeds me,exceeds my growth,until it out lives my yearning.
It is days like these that have me yearning for a connection, beyond that link between moments. A connection of heart and homelands, Where song lines web our shared histories strength. Yearning for that Ulpulpe (spring time), Time of change. … Continue reading
And the cycle continues, a windowless fear, diving deeper to a place she feels has to be near. The checkered moon rises, the light opaque, those moments continue as he eats his cake. Never feeling the give and take. Lessons. … Continue reading