hope rises
like it’s supposed to
a balloon
floating
toward heaven
our eyes cannot see
but it is there
above us
keeping dreams
alive
Being Present for the Moment
Website storys
Illustration, Concept Art & Comics/Manga
Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
An online activist from Bosnia and Herzegovina, based in Sarajevo, standing on the right side of the history - for free Palestine.
A place where I post unscripted, unedited, soulless rants of a insomniac madman
Finding Inspiration
Off the wall, under the freeway, over the rainbow, nothin' but net.
A virtual cabaret of songs, stories and questionable life choices.
Artist by choice, photographer by default, poet and author by accident.
At Least Trying Too
A Journey of Spiritual Significance
Life in islamic point of view
Through the view point of camera...
L'essenziale è invisibile e agli occhi e al cuore. Beccarlo è pura questione di culo
In Kate's World
She comes out of the rain in a silk dress
Nice word! I love it.
https://blogthebutterfly.wordpress.com
Thank you. I appreciate that.
Isn’t hope a wonderful thing? I love the image of hope like a balloon floating towards heaven. 🙂
Thank you, Carol. Hope is what separates us from the rest of the animal kingdom, don’t you think?
Yes. “Without hope life would be pretty bleak.” That’s a line from one of my WIP.