‘Behind every set of eyes is a universe trying to be aware of its own existence.’~Sheryl E. Rojas Cooper, A patron of philosophy, emotionality, poetry, and stream of thought.
‘Behind every set of eyes is a universe trying to be aware of its own existence.’~Sheryl E. Rojas Cooper, A patron of philosophy, emotionality, poetry, and stream of thought.
Sweetness and softness were old friends seldom heard from.
To every lover it was a surprise,
That when I cried as a child no one would come,
And that I never understood why.
“Your tears are your folly”, my father would say,
wiping my tears with his calloused hands.
He said I would have to toughen up some day,
“Grow up and be a man.”
And grow up did, I became a man,
a great one I cannot say,
For ...
Memory breathes softly,
Quietly,
Slowly,
It exhales echos that fade with time.
It engraves sensations,
creates correlations,
And sings of the bitter and divine.
Memory is living,
It is breathing,
A life created by you and me.
Memory holds the past,
Makes room for the present,
And prepares for all that's soon to be...