Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Poetry

Short stories

Novels

Paintings

Movies

Photography



I forgot how much I loved these.



I'll always know my love for soccer,

My love for music;

But I had forgotten about my love for the other arts.

The ones that captivate me and leave me breathless.

And with-in only seconds, I'm lost in them.

Swirling around in happiness and bubblying over in wonder,

I'm struck in awe by my own rearing joy.

And then with-in moments, I lose them.

Left to sit and wait for a seemingly endless time for them to arise once more.



They're a lot like you, really.



"There is a girl who still writes you. She doesn't know how not to." - Sarah Kay

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