Storm

Sorry to sit somber I do not spark nor illuminate the strokes her pondering brushes I can not hold the paint brush for anyone Never designate certain colors Only envelop that soul In content To acquaint and edify my own   - H. O'neill - Yvie Ratzmann (Photograph)

Sky hidden

  Know why I’m around? And stick here? I want to give you peace The calm, the ease. I see your chaos The unsettled hurricane Of thoughts and chemicals Turn around ,-right around There is peace deep down But its avoidance, The choice of locking it, Is deeper than the basement you discovered -Hiding your … Continue reading Sky hidden