Release your grip
Step back into the shadows...
This wife has her faults
she allows limitations...
Water flows over me
Cleansing...
Walking through the
Forest quiet and alone...
A free spirit..
It can quicken the ugliest countenance...
To draw life in full colour upon parchment,
To see beauty in flat creation. Shades of reality...
From wall to wall without space to breathe
we are cramped to fill each page...
Little precious things,
That need treated with care...
Without you I feel like:
cake without custard...
People tell you to embrace the sad.
to let it run its course...
I've always had a fascination with fire.
Even a simple strike of a match...
it all stops.
that’s it...