There’s no mystery Only truth within the shadows What man has gently tucked away Desires, fears Collapsing realities… We fear not the darkness But what man has hidden there.
If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be...– Charles Bukowski (via animalcrown)
Slave to many things Would like to be free from most… You I’d rather be...– Me
The Black Sea
I believe it’s the corner of her lips when they turn… upward Casting out nets that fall into the bottom of my being They drag across the depths of this Black Sea Pulling up with them all in which I’ve discarded And wished to have forgotten. Remnants of all my weaknesses Wants needs desires They had settled in the midst of broken ships And chariots of pharaohs and sunken...
This mask I wear has worn thin. it now covers like wet linen.– Me
and she wakes hoping he feels the same
This suspenseful nature of love. Touching lips with her eyes closed, afraid of noticing what might not be What might be fleeting between each embrace So she holds long Fucks hard…loving like time itself is against her.