Sometimes the bluest of skies rolls by ever so slow and gracefully, and it leaves me wondering, Will a storm ever come by again? ~ Mark Thompson
Together they danced with devils, pushing biological clocks to the nth. They tasted the fruits that natural law neither forbade nor considered. They were the truly free, not concerning themselves with the myths of wrongs, or the perceived, collective rights of us. The tether of other’s thoughts – sometimes mistaken for heart-felt flutters of empathy…
What if youwere going about your day,when all of a suddena giant so large,so completely unfathomable,stomped on your world,destroying everythingyou had come to know. Your home destroyed,your village, your crops,your friends, your family,life snuffed out,life disregarded,destroyed in an instant. What if wewere all antsto a giant? Think about that next time you step on an…
She was his North. ~ Mark Thompson
Her heart’s not of gold as a good heart should be. It was molded from birth through ash-filled past days, mistakes and dismay. Through times so unjust, fear-fuelled through mistrust, dripping muddy-teared faces and tempting memory erases. The lessons now known gave her heart the way, in compassionate trust to see through the storm, to…
She was a Sunday morning sleep in ~ Mark Thompson
I want to breathe in your breath. I want to breathe it in until I don’t even know if it’s your breath or mine that we’re inhaling; Whether it’s your breath or mine filling our lungs. ~ Mark Thompson
He looked upon her like a child watching fireworks; for the very first time.
A footnote told their story.* ~ Mark Thompson *
She gave away her heart like a bee gives away it’s sting.