Beauty.

 

 

 

Tomas Skoloudik

 

Love Surplus.

So much love this heart contains,

Yet no where, no soul want gain.

What oh what shall I do with you?

Puppy wonder

     

Get busy then.

     

Office Halloween.

Til the end of me.

   

What are words.

   

Remember what you said?

I do. With heart-felt emotions at that.

A little piece of art.

When an artist wants to show you their art

or a writer wants you to read what they’ve written,

it’s quite often an expression of trust.

Because a poem or a story or a painting are often things that come from the heart;

little pieces of the artists themselves,

and if they’re willing to share it with you,

you should appreciate it. :) 

May I take your hand?

 

Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with anothers, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, i.e kissing, hugging, etc., the act of holding hands is often trivialized in its true implications.

Come with me.

Fragments of what's real.

Lips so soft,

Eyes so deep,

Both telling me stories, of

Emotions I want to keep.

Hands so gentle,

Arms, I fond.

Fingers on mine, 

Love how they are untorn.

Shoulders so wide

Chest so warm

Your heart racing fast

On this face of mine

Everything's perfect

Oh what a delight!

Constantly I wish,

They weren't all just in my mind.

These eyes they shed

Haunting cold tears

Reminding me of us, perfectly

And everything else unreal.

Call me crazy

Or perhaps its true

But let me be baby

For all I want, is you.

We.

Other half.

According to greek mythology, humans were originally created with 4 arms, 4 legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves. 

一Plato

Pray tell.

Sometimes, that's what everyone want to hear.