“I want to douse myself in silver words and whisper away all rue.”
“We all have our safe places, where none are invited. They are lonely rooms full of the musk of memory. Sanctuary rather than adventure.”
Basith“Thoughts as warm as a silky summer rain, flowing over the edge of my soul's gentle.not tides returning them along the shoreline to laughing gulls.”
Basith“The stars are but tears shed by a miriad of unrequited dreams”
each sparks with fire and guides its light homeward when a dream is revealed“All these mirrorscarnival distortionsof selves we never were.”
Basith, Autopsy of the seasons“Even dead fallen leaves go a long way with the wind before getting crushed.”
Basith, Autopsy of the seasons“After a breath and before another, there's plenty of time to rest.”
Basith, Autopsy of the seasons“I want to douse myself in silver words and whisper away all rue.”
Basith, Autopsy of the seasons“Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. Most of my beholders are blind.”
Basith, Autopsy of the seasons“There is a light within our soul that burns brighter than the sun. And we ignore it.”
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