July 2009
2 posts
I stand alone.
I stand alone in the middle of a clearing, by a long stretch of empty road. The horizon is lined with softly faded mountains in the very far distance. The mountains are lined with the most beautiful sunset; soft, subtle sunset of orange merged with pink. There is a lone tree, its branches wind and curve, bend and intertwine. They are smooth and very light brown in colour. There are no leaves on...
i like words.i wish i was better at them. i love how you string them together so beautifully - it’s like they are meant to be. and when you sing them, when you sing them they become alive, you create such wonder and emotion - i get shivers. watching you strum, so naturally, creating. listening to your voice and the acoustic strings, coupled. I get lost in it. i get lost in it completely,...
May 2009
1 post
