Paris

bloody nonsense

[thecybercelestial]

[iiumz]

[evanescent-cynosure]

Find someone who sees you fail 99 times and still believes your 100th attempt will be a success

[127leilas]

im no boobologist but ill take a look

[angelicdewdrop]

[evanescent-cynosure]

[sonjackcarl]

[pglang]

[evanescent-cynosure]

Things that give me joy

- children’s laughter

- mid day cappuccino

- encouraging runners as they pass by

- asking women if they’re following me

- walking with my hands behind my back

- belgian waffles with strawberries and bananas

[thehiddenhill]

[dreamstars]

[saintfelina]

[zenithvenus]

[evanescent-cynosure]

A child laughs as she recounts a story about Barbie.

A man checks his hair one last time before leaving his car.

A couple enjoys ice cream on their routine dog walk.

A helicopter flies overhead.

A motorcycle engine revs as a nearby light turns green.

A dog barks from its yard at the squirrel climbing a tree.

A palm tree rustles its leaves in the evening air.

A helicopter flies overhead.

An ambulance siren echoes as it races toward the local hospital.

A father and son walk hand in hand, singing to each other.

A minivan pulls out of its parking spot and disappears into the night.

A helicopter flies overhead.

As the sun sets in the west, my eyes catch an American flag,

flying triumphantly in what remains of the light.

Within seconds it becomes a shadow of itself,

consumed by the fog claiming the evening sky.

A helicopter flies overhead.

The flag is no longer American.

It hangs limp, unrecognizable.

No one looks up.

A helicopter flies overhead.

[evanescent-cynosure]

Is life more than balance

and imbalance?

Is peace real,

or only the space between storms?

Why do we believe

the sea must be conquered

when witnessing it might be enough?

What pulls men from steady ground

toward the unknown?

Who do we curse when fortune fails,

when we are all we have?

Did the gods abandon us—

or did our wings burn

because we chose to fly too close to the sun?

What can be mastered?

The self?

The mind?

The will?

Or is mastery only an idea—

imagined,

untouchable?

Perhaps.

[evanescent-cynosure]

menu

me&u

me-in-u

[evanescent-cynosure]

Time stood still for a while a momentary love felt blessed to last forever a whiff of caramel a soft embrace Hearts touching the ticking of time a metronome in my mind counting down