So many interests there are to find oneself busy and mostly what the heart wants is to heal and move forward. To remember oneself as she was in her true beauty of a woman that stands strong and proud of who she is and what she does in this world. To remember and create that beauty with her truth of being what it is in this moment and real. To touch the sky and fly again between her fingertips and find those words that once more create the life that manifests between the thin twists of yarn telling their own story of where we have gone. To dream again once more of a place that only the mind can go and somehow bring it home again..........TO REMEMBER
Music
ones ears can hear as ones lips can speak and yet no song finds it way to these lips that somehow have found themselves parched between time.
Movies
Colors flutter through the mind as quickly as the eye can see the fate of someone standing in the distance. Like a dream echoing in the night repeating the same story in circles of what mans flaws they can not see.
Television
Sitting in a window Ceil watching the cars go by......encapsulated bubble drifting through time from one face to the next never knowing which one is your own.
Books
Patterns in boxes shifting from one line to the next have I spoken to soon or said to much......
Heroes
BELLA's Details
Status:
Single
Zodiac Sign:
Scorpio
BELLA not impressed at all............ Posted at 4:23 PM Dec 28 view more
About me: In the Night sky the stars speak out upon the eyes of those that watch.
Divine serenity that whispers a kiss of hope in the dreams of man.
Staring silently with a breath of such sorrow knowing the road once traveled leads nowhere and the one above speaks no name.
How now this madness that spins in circles with confusion that speaks tongues that fail to say what is true to heart lay denied beneath the dreams that can not be explained.
Should ones fate play itself out knowing the words patience might find the breast of ones own understanding.
As time reveals what past clings to what is known already but somehow safety rocks ever so gently at a mind trying to find clarity for all that stands before him.
While playful hearts beat the drum of another story not yet told, Only now the blessed moon reveals the secrets of what this kiss sits alone.
Purpose has no place for what can not be changed only time will heal the heart of minds blessed to be known.
So lingering in this place filled with angry tongues and words to much to be said,
Cowards we are for what denies thy name shouts a furry for unspoken speech that has no place this time.
Shame them all and shame thy self for all that is,, has not come to pass.
A story untold unravels its place amongst a time still waiting to be grasped........
So riddle me this, If tongues became untwisted and time became a face then who now does speak between this place.......
If silence sat and softly sifted would then a man see what stands in fate..........
Who I'd like to meet: Struggling to find my way home inside myself but little pain they say should not stifle and yet still it keeps my heart in this disbelief in all of mankind to find myself broken......The magic is gone
Hey there old friend! Check out the 10 person fire troupe I've joined and our first video. I'm doing the fire hoop and eating torches. I think about you often and send my best. Are you doing BM this year? <3
I was JUST thinking about you not five minutes ago!!! I was wondering where you have been and what you are up to these daze! I will try to make the event!
yes .. you are not allowed to be my friend... ;) and its typical that some people keep problems stored up inside thier ass for way to long. tell ya whayt "" lets just be secret friends on myspace and Ill send you imaaaaginary drugs by way of graphical illusion.
