crystalcollecter

somewhere inside my soul is love falling like snow fresh somewhere inside future is seen with them holding time lost somewhere inside circumstances decided instinct like galaxies expansive forever the truth somewhere inside memories stick honey in pure tea permeating engrossing somewhere inside an ache exists deep in caverns electricity condensed scarlet somewhere inside beating longing fantasizing breathing reckoning calming sensing feeling smelling touching holding swelling bliss.

The Ever-changing Doctor Any frequent watcher of Doctor Who can tell you that The Doctor has changed over the years of the show. Events such as The Time War, The Doctor having to say goodbye to Rose, The Doctor encountering his daughter, the end of Donna, and the travels and end of the Ponds, have all impacted who The Doctor is and how he expresses himself. As The Doctor’s personal time line progresses he becomes decreasingly heteronormative and increasingly asexual, while the emotional aspect of his relationships changes depending on his experiences. With the beginning of Nine, The Time War is an appropriate place to start. During Th

I don't know what to write. It is as though some force is just making me put the words down. It's beautiful. I cannot explain it. My life has been insane lately. Grades. Midterms. Tests. Stress. Way too much stress. I felt lost. My health was horrible last semester. I was homesick. I was dealing with a difficult father. Feeling betrayed. Money. Everyone cares too much about money. Love. Love lingered. I was too caught up in the past. Behind. I couldn't get over it. He still sticks around. Love truly never fades. It just transforms. Like a phoenix. Trapped inside. I feel as though I can love another. I have discovered friend love. I have felt

The sounds of your creation touch my soul like crisp mountain river water full of rainbow trout on a morning in March. You smile and my heart feels like a sunrise over lush green Irish hills freshly wet with dew and glowing now with crystal drops of light. I think of you and my consciousness awakes as a bear, graceful and satiated with the happy slumber of winter, stumbling into the new season of growth, blooming, virginity. I think of the night sky, nebulas and swirling cosmos, tumbling creations that contain the promise of life, something new. Wonderment. I find this feeling peaceful. Often times I’m frightened, a small wounded child

Transcend silent still pond frozen midnight thunder cracks - distance little eyes look to the sky damp moss clings ancient decaying madera fungi thrives - forgotten the wet chill blankets the senses icy fingers tickle - earth the moisture arrives drizzled drops – moss dull gray blue chalk - texture seasonal baptism de la tierra the vortex rustles el césped las olas jugan con las piedras tumbling and tossing - the clouds above flash de luz, como fuego en el cielo fuego y hielo, perdido y nuevo land es en un ciclo los sonidos de las ranas crouching - wait ripples de la vida de la noche frozen in senses overwhelmed el p