She speaks to me
As if she caressed my soul
As she calls me her angel
The time in this realm is precious
And cant help but think of her always
As I look to the present snow upon the trees
Or as I gaze in wonder to the future
To dance across her body or stare in her eyes in bliss
Through my weary eyes, I type. It is 5 am as the sun begins to rise on my side of this planet. My wife lay asleep while candles flicker throughout the house. Traditional Japanese music softly plays from the television. I don’t know why I’m writing but I do it regardless.
It’s been a very long time since I have been blogging and a lot has changed. I’m married with a step son now. And I’m sober for the first time in my life. To be honest I’ve never felt better. I am on a path; this path is beautiful.
And as I write the sun continues to rise and the music continues to play and time is slipping away into next and the best thing I can do is simply view it.
I’ve always counted my blessings. Abundant. Thankful.
There’s too much beauty in this world to waste any time in my personal opinion. So I practice love. Through various ways and means. I’ve been working very hard to better myself for my self. It’s working as my self doubt is exhaled into nothingness. Leaving me with nothing but peace.
This is a no commission
Simple reminiscent bliss a fitted picture bliss
9 times out of ten rhymes without a pen
My mind wanders I ponder n walk there is n there isn’t
I decide where I have been
No existential proof that I’ve existed upon the truths; visions
So I can see clearly. 3 3rd eye for dearly
Departed I miss you n the world is frozen supposedly cold hearted
You are the stars in my sky.
Carrying me like wind beneath my feet.
In a crazy world; you are my peace of mind.
Counting my blessings with you and burried my burdens.
I’m looking forward. Not back.
Follow in eachothers step. You help me to breathe. Fresh air…
of your love is best.
Photo post by @Ramblings_Claury.
Just want to piece together more peace together.
Eat and sleep together; live and breathe together.
Loving is just so simple sometimes.
As simple as the next breath.
And meeting you was the first step.
To that easily in place; simply saying “I love you.”
Love and poetry…
They go hand in hand.
I do miss you as I write this and it keeps me calm.
Keeping a storm at bay in my soul.