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Everyone should spell “elekktrissititi” the grumpy way, from here on out! 🤣😝❤️ — Read on handsinthegarden.wordpress.com/2018/08/07/elekktrissititi/
Saudade Saudade is a deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves. It is an infinite emptiness of someone or something you yearn to have which may or may not exist. It brings sad and happy feelings altogether, sadness for missing and happiness for having…
I have enjoyed reading his writings… the growth exponential as of late. This short poem is beautiful. I have thought to reblog other poems… here is the first. — Read on theblightersrock.wordpress.com/2018/07/30/5-7-5-take-three-hundred-and-forty-three-river/
Read more 5-7-5 (take three-hundred-and-forty-three : river) Reblog…
There is an inherent need to feel free. Be free. To move in open space. Dream Walden brings us there… — Read on mydreamwalden.wordpress.com/2018/07/30/suffocate/
Sorry i have not had time to peruse your blogs. I am usually quite attentive. Of late i am swirling in personal obligations. Life is happening… again. I am fully alive and grateful to have passed through ten years of darkened days, oft taken for night. Days of sleep are now past. I am busy…
Read more i am not neglecting you. personal musings unleashed.
Hey! Bought your book… perhaps i should do a book review? My first impression, because poetry books are more than words to me… because i desire a vision… and while i witness your book, i first notice the layout of the page. Anyhow…. And i was given permission. Because i asked. Hell, i could just…
— Read on sanjaymbhaskar.wordpress.com/2018/02/26/the-time-turner/ Each blog post: Every word intoxicating. Each blog post: A passionate treat for the mind. Every blog post seeps in and joins the blood stream. This is when reading explains why we are alive! 💜🕊j
body is changing to form yours blood-laced gloves back pockets torn MacBeth fooled once me twice more submissive love chains around this heart your knife slices kinky through my life
Either be the calming trickle slowly wear him out or watch-out storm. Being neither, perched upon, i caroused between the spectrum. Do not ask me questions because i have no answers. My head is full of doubts. I do not seek fame. I require answers. Need someone to figure me out? My eyes cursed and…
