My save haven.
Ravens and Doves are welcome.
The poetry & prose say it all. My own personal renaissance.
A time of development.
An enlightenment of age.
I’d say I hope you get a lover and they stab you in the back, but that wouldn’t really matter. Coz there’s something that you lack…
Look through those dirty windows you call eyes.
You’re becoming all that you despise.
I’d wish your lover stabs you in the back
I wish they’d move in for the attack
you’d sit there waiting for some kind of sign
So, you wouldn’t really mind.
Coz oh dear, my dear,
you hardly have a spine.
I need colors and light.
All by Leonid Afremov.
it is that in summer, the raging heat crushes me
so it is truly only winter that sets me free
My heart always seems to be featherweight on my lips
A smile always dances after a kiss
What do I hide behind this gentle eclipse?
It’s a battle I’ve won, and a soul I miss
The summer sun beats down upon my shoulders
And I run from the rain that could make my heart colder
For in the summer I’m always left to myself,
in the summer I’m forced back on the shelf
The waves crash continuously and I feel nothing
I’m waiting to be rescued but, out here in the ocean, there is nothing
When I see winter coming it’s like seeing the shore
It’s like drifting back to a place I’ve lived before
No matter where I am, or who I’m with,
My heart isn’t heavy, for the wind carries it
No matter how harsh the storm outside, I know we can harness the storm inside so that we can always shock each other with how much love we share.