Pensamientos Extraordinarios

"La muerte no existe, la gente sólo muere cuando la olvidan; si puedes recordarme, siempre estaré contigo." ~Isabel Allende

STRING

There is an unseen bridge that connects us from reality to dream. There is a way to find who is dead, to search for who is alive. There is a rope wrapping a soul to a body tight until grim reaper decides to break it. This string, is a thread among your fingers, leads you to come home - or to get lost.

Strawberry Haze

amateur poetry written by heart in every feeling attacks I write one poem that describes the moment it continues until today light poems to read just for my stress relief - Poetry book vol 1.