It takes awhile to understand one’s inner pain and self confession. Whose voice is it that you hear? and which one do you trust? My soul is like a deep abyss which I’ve flung myself into in hopes of better learning who and what I am, and letting go of fear, self-doubt and ignorance.
Eyes that penetrate. Eyes that pierce. Eyes that glow and eyes that understand both pain and joy. Eyes that radiate with warmth and those that glower with coldness. Eyes that are wise and eyes bearing hardships. Eyes can tell us a lot about someone Whether it’s their health, feelings or state of mind. They narrate… Read More Eyes
Autumn like the middle child is neither hot or cold yet is caught between two seasons who loathe one another yet one cannot exist without the other. When it is Autumn’s turn to shine Winter exhales it’s frosty breath, and Summer in return withdraws its warmth leaving Autumn alone in the middle unable to… Read More Caught in the Middle