He was so beautiful, the feeling of having come home grew and past rejection did abate.
The Feeling
An Artist
An artist must love to be any good. If one could take away their emotions, their souls would be stolen.
Like A Queen
Express willed determination in the face of suffering like a queen.
Escape
I don't need escape I have enough, and right now I shall live a life of sonnets, love, and dirty life in bed.
Want To Stay
The bed messy, roses in the vase his head on the pillow. The view was so unsettlingly beautiful, This is exactly where I want to stay.
Wanted
She loved him for making her feel beautiful and the feeling of being wanted as a woman.
The Female Form
The female form is fated to male-defined vision. She must deconstruct the self the individuality to ultimately represent the subversive feminine symbol.
Nature
Nature did remove my grief, and tranquilized my mind. The woods and clouds bade me peace. I resolve to remember the effect, the sublime ecstasy to the soul, the light and joy of nature.
Ireland
Ireland. The myth of beauty and tales so beyond the hidden ways of life.
Wintry White
I rose lazily on a crisp February morning, the snow shimmering brightly in wintry white.
