Tag insight

without the stories

how will it be today?

the skittery line

through the lens of our finest hour

unwrapping little surprises

living in sunshine

feeling giddy in the pit of not-knowing

poetics of mis-identity

those wacky, wild, whims of insight

to heal within the blooming

the silvery threads of disillusion

the sublimity of the heart cracking open

the potential in the rubble

light reflected as golden nuance

demystifying the shadows of perception