the words stopped at her lips unsounded...
still, listen.

ever so haunting.
it has been long since i have been moved physically by any melody or rhythm... even though, music has a way of finding me, elevating my being to space only i can understand and appreciate. in every moment, it envelops me with its soothing caress and whispers beauty into my heart. forever grateful and eternally indebted to it. 

cry my soul away...................

.......................find me soon

...................................

the trees won't hold the peace for much longer........................

OFF TO THE BEACH!

summer healing...

FIERCE.

geno·cide

Pronunciation: \ˈje-nə-ˌsīd\
Function: noun
Date: 1944
: the deliberate and systematic destruction of a racial, political, or cultural group

you must've bumped yo' head and I love you enough to talk some sense back into you, baby