Lolita…

“Light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul.” Forbidden pleasures… http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lolita

Dreams…

Yes, I am a dreamer, and I will never stop dreaming because that is where seeds are planted, where creativity is borne, where questions find answers and where realities are created.

Dreams are crumbs from our subconscious tapping into the nature of existence and I know I am not alone to believe in their true value.

“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”

– Oscar Wilde

“I believe in everything until it’s disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it’s in your mind. Who’s to say that dreams and nightmares aren’t as real as the here and now?”

– John Lennon

http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/tag/dreaming

When one person dreams, it is dismissed as fantasy but when two people dream the same thing it becomes a reality…

Words…

Scribbles on a surface that translate into mental or spoken sounds and become words, strung together in a language of communication. Empowering users and affecting receivers. Used gazillions of times over for thousands of years, in many different ways but always seemingly new to the hand that writes, the lips that speak, the eyes that […]

Now she ever comes now…

She ever comes now, Looking good. Like a velvet globe, Borne from the underground. It’s been too long, I’ve missed you. Wallowing in my frustration, Waiting endlessly. But here she comes, Like a thief at night, Ready to steal my soul again.

Silence…

Where once you were bright, Now I see but a veil of night. Stars abound in absence, and I am lost in silence. But I know you are there, Glowing warmly. And I yearn for you, Knowing…

Through me, your energy vibrates…

In me, we dance together…

Without me, you are just as amazing. Still, pure, transparent… nothing to hide. Pale, soft, comforting to talk to, you are always there, reliable. My ruler. My moon.

Lunarlicks

Rambling platitudes and lyrical waxing from a cancerian perspective. All photos are my own x

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