I love poetry. I love to write. I love to draw, I love photography and to paint and to sing. But I am a master of none, I am sad to say. But, I am a master of sailing my deep. Thanks for stopping by. Leave a comment, so we can get to know each other. :)
She had been playing softly for a while, fingers moving effortlessly over the strings. The tune just slight of haunting, a touch of melancholy, but filled with beauty. She rests her soft cheek against the harps frame, her eyes were closed as she feels the music vibrate over her skin, sinking into her bones. Ears … More Haunted
She was a tiny thing, shivering against the windowpane. She loved to watch the rain fall. She didn’t mind being small, in this world this was all it was. Rivers traced by small fingertips, against the glass so thin, she had pressed her lips. Her hot breath fogged the pane and she drew with careful … More tiny
you never know when it is going to happen. One moment it’s a regular kind of day, you wake to rain. Watch the leaves turn colors, gold and greens. Crimson even. And a thought passes through your mind like a casual stroll in a park. “That’s right” you tell yourself “Life is like the season” … More Shiver
INTO THIS DEEP 