Window gazing

definegodliness: Soft, sweet, partial to morning reveries,Drift away in rain made rivulets. Window clung, Your silvery labyrinthWhere solely the sunlit scintillates. What do you see When you’re on your knees;Which eye traced path does radiate? I envision you queen of birds and bees;A reign to create or retaliate. Torn between aHeart’s whimpering symphonies,And that song …

confirmance: “We often want it so badly that we ruin it before it begins. Overthinking. Fantasizing. Imagining. Expecting. Worrying. Doubting. Just let it naturally evolve.” — Anonymous  (via serendipitousromance)

heartofmuse: It’s cold outside and so is my heart. There is a faint rustle like leaves as illusions fall off the trees and they float silently to lay in a dead pile at my feet. There has to be a time of death, a transition, a time to let go so new things can grow. …