Typing on a phone can prove interesting. But I like making these shorter pieces. Inbetween life.
IW
Typing on a phone can prove interesting. But I like making these shorter pieces. Inbetween life.
IW
Words hung in the airs senses.
Time travels through lives
Witnessed, real, imagined,
Surreal, from the unreal and real.
Filling space with heart. Existing,
leaving to question its birth.
Story tellers souls are moments
of everywhere and everyone.
The worlds tale heard.
Just words, but we breathe them
with our souls wrapped inside
everything’s silent hope
The journey of hearts – ours
and yours.
The story of being human.
IW
Moments
Pass in dusty ledges
Fingers trace mottled wood
And stop.
Breath a frame
By frame
Spoken forever
Fall into the shape
Traced, held in wood
In mottled fingers,
Side by side moving breath
To breathe, in
Breaths motion picture
Framing words.
~IW~