It had been 2 months since Mom died in September, that idea still struck me as nonsensical. Maybe that’s why I couldn’t cry, it didn’t seem all that real. Only back during the summer she was talking to me, scolding me when I came home late, being over-protective like every mother seems to be. […]
Tag: Passion
Memory’s Melody
I believe in the siren call of music, the entrancing rhythm of emotions. A drum beat falling in sync with my heart, beating in a steady rhythm, counteracting my racing heart. I believe in the power of a simple melody. On some days, music calms my emotions, allowing my limbs to fall – relaxed; on […]
to Believe is to Be alive.
I believe in rapid heartbeats. The waves of red flushing across my skin. Warm. Deafening. Enticing. To feel love in such magnitude that emotions become words. And words become tastes. Tastes explode into a thousand flavours. And flavours…? Well- Flavours are indulged for the sighs and smiles that illuminate from the heart and mind. To believe in love […]