Okay so I have an idea. We are winged creatures yes, but we can still cocoon and reemerge with something new at our backs to hold us aloft. I say wings not of glass anymore, but wings of words? or maybe wings of silver and iron? Who cares. The point is that I have an idea.
I will post and then end with a word and you will post based on that word. How does that sound love?
Love?
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Raina's first post of 2012: And it's almost April.
Autumn, my love. We're crazy. We are never on here anymore, but I can't bring myself to stop. So let's start again. You pick something. Let's run with it.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Lightning?
It all comes back to itself.
Everything.
Like the waves of the ocean.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Perspective
If you are self centered your perspective will always be measured out of your self. This completely skews your point of view and in skewing it, all of your proportions will be painfully frustrating.
Catch yourself a bird's eye view.