I’ve fallen out
The same way
I fell in: this sentence unfinished
I’ve fallen enough
To know
This is climbing
Arranged words
Shared with the world
Is it in the smoke
Before our vision
When we blow
In the words
On the page
Between the truth and the myth
In the water-worn bottle that
Washes up on the shore
Or just simply
In your eyes?
My journey through life, writing and art.
By Kel Dayheart
ExpiRingInspiRatioN
Musings on life, love, and healing past trauma
Word-Experimentalist
spit, mixed with dirt - muddy words flow
Words are the only thing left holding me together.
Beautifully Chaotic
Faith+Perseverance + The ability to make your dream a reality!!!
"At intervals the clang of a strange bell shivered over the onyx city, answered each time by a peal of mystic music made up of horns, viols, and chanting voices." - H.P. Lovecraft, 'The Dreamquest of Unknown Kadath'
