Sometimes I look up at the twirling blades. The blades of the wind creator on the ceiling. I will turn it off and watch as the speed goes down to a slow dance. Moving in a perfect rhythm, like the melodic beat of a heart. I will be laying in the layers of blue in…
Tag: Circus
Carousel Of Chaos
Like a circus that holds a claustrophobic spin of questions closed up for a day that never comes. Clowns that dance and mock their emotions with a flower of doubts, petals dropping to the floor. Trapeze of swooning emotions that rise to an unbelievable applause and take an instant drop to agony. Flashing colors in…
The Unsigned Writer 