Feel the rhythm

Of ones feet

Treasures hidden



Hear the breath

Of a new born

Unavoidable death

Soon to mourn


Live this life

For strings end

Cut like knives

Beneath the sand.


Make sure you live life right now, as it is, pain and everything. For you never know when they’ll decide to cut your string, leaving you in deep eternal sleep.

Painting: Les Hibernation Mélancoliques– Alexandra Levasseur

Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.