I always dreamed of a small beach house on the seashore, where I could play with shells and hear the wistful choirs of mermaids, watch the whales and the moonlight playing between shimmering waves…
I always dreamed of a small beach house on the seashore, where I could play with shells and hear the wistful choirs of mermaids, watch the whales and the moonlight playing between shimmering waves…
Her dreams glowed in the velvet morning dusk. She wanted to be far away from here, in the middle of the ocean, where golden sunbeams are playing with transparent blue waves.
The one thing that you have that nobody else has is YOU. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and play and dance and live only as you can.
She was like a coconut tree bowed allegiance to the salty wind whispers. Every night she was trying to touch the sky from the bottom of the ocean.
I like to meet the sun early in the morning, when there is no line where the water ends and the sky begins.