Daybook of J
w o r d s
Words can be scathing like an opal burn down the city with their radiant shimmer. Words can be too bright for a time then burn you into nothing at all. Words can slink your conscious and excite your existence in the shadow. Words can subvert your persona into nirvana and squeal the monsters in lethal doses. Words, powerfully, can trap you in a tiny cage and leave you with a barely word to say.
Composure of Mind
Make sure your presence stand like a metaphor of the eyes that being a window to the mortal of your subsistence. Tough and indestructible.
You are always been my personal daylight riser, the periphery to my sleep and the presence of the inequities that make me fall even harder. You’re the one who produce and corrupt all of my sadness. But if I don’t let you go, is there any such thing as over this?