Life. Beauty. Art.

In a single instant there has never been a more beautiful art than life.

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As per your request here is my disclosure. The content of this page is mainly fictional. Read at your own risk. Most of theses stories are not my own memories but merely the playthings of my imagination. Don't you wish you knew which one's were true? Thanks!
Sincerely The Author

Lend Me Your Eyes

Everyone lives but not everyone is alive. Everyone is searching for something. Everyone loves, dreams, hopes, and dies. Lend me your eyes.

2.4.13

She stood in the middle of the lawn, not caring who looked on. She didn't try to catch her bag before it slipped off her shoulder and hit the ground with a resounding thud. All she could do was close her eyes and think. It was all she could do. Enjoy the warm southern air on her skin as it played along the blades of green spring grass and thistles. The smell of what ever flowers were just beyond the bend. And the warm sunlight washing away all her worries. She could hardly stand it. Only a moment of bliss, the grass was cool against her skin. With her hands to her eyes, she hid her tears from the world. And she just let everything go. She didn't say a word. There was nothing to say. Nothing would make it better, nothing would make it right. Nothing except accepting what was to come.
All around her people went on living their lives. Some would stop and wonder what was wrong. But no one dare approach her. No one dare touch her. Surrounded by humanity, yet she was alone. There was no solace there. Hearts were open, but not a single ear. She sobbed to herself.
For hours it seemed. And then she just sat there and let go of her dreams.

31.3.13

What's Real in this Fantasy?

In the way we are
We are free
From you
From me
There is no where
I'd rather be
Then to be surrounded
By the air you breathe
When my eyes close
You'll be there
When they're open
You'll be all I see
The taste of your skin
Is enough for me
There is just us
And it's enough
To simply be
You and me
Apart from what
The world sees
We are free
From all of its fantasies