Thought of the day

The route isn’t a decent line, Its a radial way. You will stretch back to the stuff you thought you learned and see darker ideas.

Poetic thought

A long range gun in my father’s car ten years old and playing hard, he smirked at me and said you slip the gears.

He would hunt that radio dial and I would add down every mile till the station of tunes came in bright.

There was a radiant harmony tone on the tuner it knocked me in the gut, it clattered my soul, makes you love, leaves you swinging on every road.

Thought of the day

Grief makes you tougher, Fear makes you bolder, Heartbreak makes you sensible.

Poetic thought

I caught the morning shine of sunrise like a dapple drawn falcon.

The patterned clouds and the wimpling wind felt like ecstasy in my heart.

The glow of such a shine had fortified in me like a gliding bird in the winds of the singing sky.

Thought of the day

Never dispense your instability to the world, because the world is much curious to fiddle with it.

Poetic thought

The shine in her eyes was like a riding riddle, through the valley of vineyards.

The reflection from her hand’s felt like a gardener’s falling maple.

The strength larger than all suspense, this lover could be my dreamy consort; She could exhibit my whole day like a shining sun in the galaxy of stars.

The ripple felt from such a vibe felt like a glossy night opening the windows through the shining light.

Thought of the day

Never reveal your paths to anyone, Act smartly.