Red.

It’s the color we know most.

Running though our veins,

Fascinating when bonded blood comes close.

A rush of flow hits the face the most.

Love or Rage,

Red is the color of the passionate host.

She has sustain the possessions of Venus & Mars.

Beautiful is the balance of her Red.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

Advertisements

The Outer Layer.

Slowly. Gently. Uncovering the layer you’ve holded so dear… It’s only a matter of time til’ someone can see though it, even eyes can touch the inner places you thought didn’t exist. – Writer J

You can try to hide behind a face or a body but the image you’ve sold to yourself and everyone around you cannot be consealed to those who seek truth. 
The secrets of seer. I can say so much…

Conversations and long walks is the fundamental of connection. How it begins to unravel between us. Bits of pieces fall off. The air become dense as I watch you come out. You’ve reeled me in with your true scent. The real spills out. Causing my heart to kneel before you has torn away this outer layer. 

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋
 

Rebel Rebel.

Break away, follow though from pain & joy.

Displaced in the human time line, she is not from this generation.

Feelings of old the young blood boils.

‘They’ve exchanged the intimacy for a instant like. A gratification for the low. Face to face morals are a thing of the past…’

Never to believe to survive in a place like this.

The rebel heart escapes, the wild calls her name.

I didn’t believe you. Telling me who I was. I refuse to be different. I didn’t want the emotions it came with it. I didn’t want it. The purpose of my existence is too great. – Writer J

Passion.

Take the footings, lay it down deep.

In the imprints of perfection. 

Filling all things true.

Hot blooded passion

Is the only for the few.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

(Crossing paths) pt.1

-The journal logs of vivid dreams-

The lights dim and the cool air breeze hits me from the back row. I’ve found myself in a theater with all those who were and is close to me now with my closest ones sitting by my side. I could only be amazed how they’ve tolerated my shit for so long. They fought to be next to me and I know not anyone can.Real love is truly overwhelming.

It was not until you saw me that made every part of me to acknowledge agape love. The first time I was seen from the inside out. I felt it even more when you and everyone you’ve met was sitting in the front row. You had your closest ones.. Your love was showing though.

Another life, feeling and beating to the same things, Irreplaceable things. Somehow made of the same substance from where we’ve come from. I knew it just by looking though you and I knew you can see me too. It was more than just love for you. I wish I could’ve said it but my heart and mind was speaking louder.

You and I have felt what real pain and love is. You’ve loved with all your heart. Gave it all if you could and you’ve have. How many heartbreaks you’ve felt to make your love burn this way?...

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

The itch.

What is your secret?… 

How do you keep your composure?…

Mouths shut, hearts bleeding unnoticed.

Your inverted tears cannot hide.

But the eyes are the only ones exposed.

The direction of body movements gives it away.

You’ve swallowed your terror.

Ate that fucker alive…

Nobody will understand how it feels to kill a itch 

Nothing is more attractive than to see you try. 

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

The Waiting Game.

What will it take to finally be face to face with your equal?…

Feeling the relief of searching no more.

Does your aching reaches far from just your heart and soul?…

Maybe you believe your aching can be felt by the one. Somehow.

A cruel game to one who doesn’t have the second player.

The drive of madness is often fueled by the waiting game. We’re ended with endless disappointments and painful ties.

We’re getting tired of the same repetitive outcome…

Is it needlessly to say, the needed expression to reconcile our undying and unprecedented feelings can be so close?

Even if it’s not the one?

Stirring the intellect of our well-being is enough. The exchange of the waiting game is of learning and growth regardless if you’re the one or not. If you’re ready to take on any let downs.

All is needed, a willing player.

Come. If you aren’t afraid to see how deep Love can be.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

(Surfing deep) pt.2

-The journal logs of vivid dreams.-

“I’m not ready to dive…” I could only watch from a distance until he disappeared with Danny into the tide. Before then he spoke to me with sincerity “Well! Come back when you are! ” shouting from a distance with their backs turned away. Watching them run brought me back to my younger self, memories of the real me. Wild and untame rebel child. I was never afraid of her for there was always a special connect since the beginning.

I’ve found myself displaced. In front of obstacles I had to face alone. I had to overcome each one to finally reach my skill. I’ve had this dream once so many. Where the water had always seep in to overwhelm me. Challenging me I could only find myself running along the shoreline with the burning sunset saying “I adore you.” rushing back to where I started. The ruin walkway was calling my name.

Dreams are powerful and meaningful. It’s your subconscious speaking to you while you sleep. -Writer J

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋