Where It Soars

Freedom of the spirit, the release of the heart, lies within us all in that potential-spark;   beneath the scars, wrapped in chains, the whisper persists guarded by brain,   but only the heart knows the direction, can guide the way, to authentic ever-after.   Hear the fear to track its source. Defeat the wraith. … Continue reading Where It Soars

Little Red Balloon

I am usually natural, only find myself in nature, but if I were synthetic right now, I'd be a little red balloon filled with helium with a long white ribbon attached on a blue-sky, white-cumulous sort of day. I am light for once and colorful, rising rising toward the light sneaking away from an old … Continue reading Little Red Balloon