Perhaps the shadows are meant to ignored, Perhaps shadows are unnoticed, Perhaps it has its another beautiful sight in it, perhaps a special vision needed to see it to feel it. Is it possible could cease the story here! Mashutzo Writes....
i have heard people speaking about happiness, over the time, I have seen people feeling it, and regretting it. Me, I was more like fragile, the brighter lights I saw, believed was the universe, the darker side I came across, believed hell did exist, then questions rolled over me, what would be like heaven? the delicate thoughts in me, occupied the person inside from each veins, the peaceful flow of the blood, is more like, knifes playing hide and seek in my skin, it feels good at a time, too good to keep a secret. have you ever tried to hold your breath for 30 seconds? try it, the last minute of suffocation, it feels the exact same!
A day like this, Like the taste of wine, Getting better in each more sip, Precisely looking at the finished bottle has another joy. They expressed the joy of good talk, They have the fragrance of wisdom, They hold gone days to bounce back, Precisely they make a person feel light, Just in a bottle of good wine, In a day like this!
Sometimes its all about how a heart feels beautiful, though expressed immensely all alone peacefully, inhaling all the questions, accepting all the doubts, yet the soul dances with smile, Wonder if its possible for the other side of the story, just to get the glimpse of here, selflessly out of words period, when only playing with imagination works, yet I don’t call it illusion, ‘it happens’ is what I call, and when it happened, whispered the words with the wind, as my spirit secretly traveled, by the side where you exists now, and it all happened just in a dream. Mashutzo Writes.
where sometimes you see a beautiful prints of clouds, or sometimes its filled with dark grey clouds, with the thunder storms long. While these beautiful images of clouds makes you wonder with it whole way, The slights of thunders would seize everything to remember as nightmare.