The power of music

Dance as if no one is watching… the lyrics in your head?

Blue Rain

Smell of rain
all chaos and dirt
washed away

Wind Kissed

Bark, calloused and weathered
skin shivers at the
slightest touch
Is this too much?

Playing dead

Tightness grips my chest,
breathing slows
hands on my breasts…

Mind’s Chaos

For those of you who are thinking about writing a book, regardless of the genre, know this: it won’t write itself. Keep on keeping on!

The Art of Feeling at Peace

‘It’s silly to overthink it – peace will always be welcome as long as you make room for it.’. I agree.