I am desperate to write. Desert winds on my internal soul, I want a refreshing way to revive myself. To put words onto the proverbial paper. I've already sunk my teeth into the sappy generic wordings. Ones we've recited to ourselves and heard others speak so fluently like singing annoying pop songs and commercial jingles. [...]
i've forgotten where the road began was it somewhere by home? how did we get here? eating up all we had without documents to tell us. independence is free, unless you give in. no one truly owns things & people.
take a nice shower buying an art book with lots of color or information visiting a bookstore that sell used or second-hand books watching a documentary cooking a new recipe taking a walk in nature looking at photographs i've taken listening to calming music traveling to a new place hearing someone tell their story
They were not mere raindrops
sliding down my father’s car windows.
They were colliding and merging worlds.
A game of creation and annihilation.
Droplets of Time, tears of the Soul.
My father’s car is long gone
but I still wonder at the power
of a child’s imagination.
And when it starts raining
there are neither where nor why.
The Silence in my heart helps me
to clarify some of Life’s great mysteries.
© Frédéric Georges Martin
For every kind action, words you've spoken and written, thought you only heard or anything you've witness is one moment in which we all win. Kindness is the simple concept in which the gesture makes peace. It creates harmony. Kindness gives hope. Why wouldn't we all want to be a part of this movement?
There is dirt. There is random grass patches and bare tree limbs. A sign of changing seasons. Of abandoned nature left to their own state. And then a short pink hyacinth is discovered. Along the way, it somehow found itself planted in this area of unfamiliarity. It blooms. It survives rainstorms and snowflakes. It lives. [...]
I've been spent Empty pockets Holes in the corners Running low on fuel. Change leaves my hands As quickly as time lands. Searching for two dollar bills Seeking in an abyss of darkness. Foolish teens spend silver dollars Found in old treasure chests Made of oak and redwood Trees of our dynasties sung Without being [...]
I had a suspicion that it didn't matter that I was there. I was a placeholder. A person warming the seat. I could be seen so clearly because I just wasn't there. He looked out the window behind me and could see the clouds drift by. Without a word, I stood up and walked to [...]
I sat in my chair and had a sudden realization that I was exactly where I should be. I made the choice. I made the decision to leap into the possibility of failure; an equal possibility of success. There's this symbolism of one-ness. The internal dialogue we have with ourselves to motivate our intentions. Why [...]
gaze in the rising sun, shading edges of lightness increasing positivity by a moment to moment toward greatness above it all every day.
maybe the smoothness of his face wasn't because he made it that way. it came by accident and possibly really good genes. beauty seen through the outside always seem like a lot of work or this effortless ideal that is hard to acquire. the photograph of him, looking right at the camera, looks like he [...]
the weight of you hand on mine, whispers from your voice clings. the nearness of your being being held so tightly feels like being alive. like being loved. to be loved. to love. the smirk that hangs on your face, makes the visage just right. how we walk out of pace, our differences in height [...]
the box hidden in the corner, unlocked and open. within were things left behind, looked so fragile, untouched. seeing memories that weren't mine, i learned it was what she took, not what she left behind that mattered to her most. ------- there is so much emphasis on the things one has. the things one wears [...]
love is there.... despite the confusion despite the chaos.
There's something so powerful and romantic about this video. The cinematography is shot well with a clear vision of beginning to end. I admire and wish I could dance so freely as the woman in the video does; so comfortably in city streets as if she's in her home like a child at play. Similarly, [...]