Darkness filled all matter
As the little lightning bug flew
His wings sputtered and spun
As he soared overhead
His light was on, illuminating the world
All he could see, all he needed to see.
Then his light was off, pitch black
Creating fear in the back of his throat
Yet he flew on until he reached anew
This when he rests.
As the sun awoke he buried his deep
For he has along journey ahead that evening once more.

I lay on this childhood bed of mine, Under woven cotton and string.

These sheets have sheltered me from the darkness and held my innocence. 

Like clockwork however the hour hand struck five and sure enough I had to move on with my life.

Leaving my peaceful slumber, I jolted upward hitting the floor with bare feet.

Swaying hither & thither as if a strong wind was blowing, my body moved with uncertainty.

My eyes not adjusted and my head light I stumble through the blackness.

Arms extended out reaching searching for feeling like those cotton sheets. 

Finding nothing in the black something I tried to turn back but I had gone to far.

Rebuild is what I’ll do, Rebuild is what I must do.

Start from the feeling, start from scratch; rekindle the shelter and build the warmth.

It will protect but it won’t shield for my eyes are open and awake.

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ferine:

St. John’s Bridge.
Portland, OR.
April 2012.

ferine:

St. John’s Bridge.
Portland, OR.
April 2012.
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dylandsara:

The Columbia River Gorge. www.dylandsara.com

dylandsara:

The Columbia River Gorge. www.dylandsara.com
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treehauslove:

Kyle’s Tree House. That’s what we love about tree houses - they are fruits of people’s imagination. They are the most perfect when they are unusual, weirdly shaped or even look a bit undone.This one seems to be a very nice and cozy shelter in the trees. Located in Portland, Oregon, USA.

(Source: Flickr / sariady)

treehauslove:

Kyle’s Tree House. That’s what we love about tree houses - they are fruits of people’s imagination. They are the most perfect when they are unusual, weirdly shaped or even look a bit undone.This one seems to be a very nice and cozy shelter in the trees. Located in Portland, Oregon, USA.
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trinesun:

gotta catch em all 

trinesun:

gotta catch em all 
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wheredoyoutravel:

@danielamhof by olgasson // via Instagram http://ift.tt/1lpRP9b

wheredoyoutravel:

@danielamhof by olgasson // via Instagram http://ift.tt/1lpRP9b

Tainted images of the day,

Flutter in and out as they may.

Holiday spirit in the air,

As black smoke engulfs, lung easily tare.

Why is it easier to think,

As my feet buried deep start to sink.

Why can’t we ignite the faith flame,

Lighting the whole world on fire as the same.

No let’s go on with the fables,

The tall grasses and the stables.

Stories of little cotton tails,

Those stories that feel but always fail.

Nothing comes from those places,

And yet we only see their faces.

Why can’t we see the Creator,

Why does He still remain faceless?

the-boho-gypsy:

Untitled on We Heart Ithttp://weheartit.com/entry/96841345/via/sophiegrey