Thursday, July 18, 2013
"The feel of fate against my cheeks."
I can taste my dreams. The flavor is success and it's incompatible. Impeccable and inspiring. I'm in awe of my fate transpiring.
in my bones my brain and my soul... whatever that is
It's that universal oneness
And our means to an end
This life, while good, is the calm before the storm
and only through my hardest work can I ride the winds
Live in my beautiful tornado that is my passion
With you, or without my heart.
No option but writing
No other choice but you
Nothing exists but this
and your kiss
as far as I'm concerned