I want to fall into a cloud with you, I want to see your face when the soft mist touches your skin.
I want to build a city with you, I want to feel your pain when time peels the paint from your home.
I want to fall in laughter with you, See your eyes turn red with joyful tears.
I want to go to sleep with you, Watching your chest rise and lower in the peace.
I want to see life through the eyes of our child with you, Then watch him take root on his own path.
I want to hold your hand through the vail and be overcome by the divine.
I want to fall into a cloud with you.
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Mel gonzales
We all aspire to be big, to be seen, to be heard. In a world where that is becoming harder and harder to accomplish I'm here simply hoping I can have a place where I am able to write because it brings me peace.
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She wore a blue pleated skirt with white and yellow daisies on it and a bright yellow cardigan. Her smile was capturing a smile that would make even the strongest of men's breath away in a second and leave them gasping for air. Seth stared at her with curious eyes, he didn't know her name and he had been attending this church for a year now. How have I not seen her before? surely id remember those legs. He thought to himself ." Church, thank you for joining us this Sunday, Just a few announcements before we dismiss yall we will be having dinner on the grounds next Sunday after our Easter service as we do every year so please get with my wife Elaine and let her know what dish you will be bringing, with that being said I would like to let everyone know that yes Mrs. Joiner is making her famous ambrosia salad and yes there will be plenty to go around." Seth could not help but drown out the Pastors voice as it became a low hum in his ears. He looked at her, and immediately pictured her behind a white fence with a dog and a little boy playing in the front yard, he had to know her, had to possess her. Service let out and Seth rushed to the doors to see if he could catch her, he bobbed and weaved his head, standing on his tippy toes scanning the crowd moving through the bodies of hungry churchgoers rushing to their cars for lunch like a salmon swimming upstream.
By Mel gonzales5 years ago in Humans
Rachel Reviews: The Spiral Archive by Pieter Hendrik
It's difficult for me to know where to start with a review of this book as it was, for me, an entirely unique experience and one that I'll probably never have again. I don't want that to be interpreted as unenjoyable but it has left me scratching my head a little and ruminating on its content, its themes and its characters.
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