Friday, April 5, 2013

Reflection at Then.

Laying here on the ancient red carpet, hair damp with the smell of lavender and skin lotion soft and allergy red; I have never felt more at peace.

Artificial cool wind stroke the bare skin of my thighs as the radio crackled with bad reception; I wish for the feeling to last. 

The book that seem to be that spider web thin thread between me and crushed belief, an empty notebook waiting patiently for ink beside it; I imagine so much.




But what is this, the difference, the impact, the bitterness, the hope, the wish. 

Nothing more than a motivation for it.

Spread those wings baby butterfly.

Make the sun shine in your colours.


Mark said...

Motivation is often all you need. It's a precious and valuable resource. When you feel it, you should go for it. If you don't feel it, find some way to.

Launna said...

Finding motivation sometimes starts with faking it until you feel it...

you words are written like poetry with so much meaning just beneath the surface :)

Laila N Mysis said...

Last two lines - ♥


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