...to keeping my head in the clouds

A place for me to express myself through muses and images.

Heart and soul of it all

It’s a box.
It holds everything,
Nick-knacks collect from moments:
Some filled with pure joy
The hand craves to fondle them.
Others contain sorrow so penetrating,
Too consuming to gaze upon for more than a glance.
Instinctively tucking the darkness into the recesses:
Sheltered corners of the heart
Were it less painful on the soul.


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