I’m breathless from this journey.
All the wrong reasons.
Selfless.
His musk has nested in my nostrils, not clawing there way out; taunting me.
Moisture was building across my forehead and rising from my palms.
Everything is telling me I was foolish.
Whiplash from paranoia, when will this end?
If you don't want to hear the sound of disturbance, you have to listen to the voice of silence.
An experience which we have shared once in our lifetime, am I trying to express it here through words!
In the beginning our words were silent with never a sound Nothing from the world outside could creep inbound A world we shared just you and I And you longed to hear my voice you silently cried Then from in the distance came the voice of an angel...
It's the voices of a lost lot that needs help. One for the street children, they need love.
Listen closely to what nature teaches.
