Morning waits, grey-blue.
Mourning dove, through my window,
Weeps a sleepless tune.
About the Creator
Everything is truly Alive
wake up! Wake up from your everyday life. Wake up from your mundane existence. We have to remember who we are. Remember who you… really… are. we don’t know how we are made. We really don’t. But we do know where we come from. At least we can if we can… wake up and remember.
By Gabriel Shamesa day ago in Poets
Thief In The Night
To the thief in the night that took and replicated what once was mine: Honestly, I feel kind of bad for you. It’s funny, because we hardly know each other. I only know of you through the magazines you’ve written and the broadcasts you have televised in the past — as well as through the public mentions of you from your show business connections there.
By Snarky Lisa8 days ago in Humans
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