feel free to ‘design’ my heart only if you can[in a true sense] design your own.
a hasty moment,’thrown’ upon the ‘page’ means far much more that which is written.
I write in silence.
its almost as though my hidden self were working with music,so i just hide in time to the rhythm of nature.
an opinion is not a fact,it is merely an individuals veiw on the subject at hand.
Why should I explain myself,if it is not my wish to do so?
…a plan is forming,yet has yet to begin
it takes action to initiate the final stage.