Stream of Consciousness
Colorblind. Content Warning.
There was a time when she thought she knew what the color of love was. That time now seems so long ago... The memory fades like the ripples of a wave running away from a stone as it is skipped upon a blanket of water - searching for rest.
By Moni Martinez2 days ago in Poets
Beware
Beware, beware I say, don’t be the dreamer and heed what I say. Hear what is there do not throw it off as if awakening from a dream. A dream thrown to the side because it’s but a dream. Pay attention to what is actually happening, pay attention to what is hidden yet there.
By WrittenWritRalf2 days ago in Poets



