Go and Get lost there

Yearn for presence, breathless plea

If only you were here with me

To wield your essence at my behest

I ache to command your breath

Simple. Subtle. Tranquil.

the matrix will fall. the subtle breath is so powerful that it can crack the wall, believe me

Waiting for a Godot

Could you kindly leave one or two sips of tea in your cup for me?

I would love to savor the taste of the tea that was once in your cup and enjoy the last drops that were left behind.

They are scared, Jack

Every self-expression is a trespass

infinite spaces between breaths

Eyes close as souls open wide

The linear curled.

Joy is a style

Observe the orb

Everyone is trying to accomplish something big, not realizing that life is made up of little things.

Frank A. Clark