Pain often hides behind dry eyes yet that river still flows on the inside.
TERAZA FAULKNERPain often hides behind dry eyes yet that river still flows on the inside.
TERAZA FAULKNERThe sun never gets tired of kissing the sky, goodnight. And my heart will never tire of a love, like that.
TERAZA FAULKNERMountains speak in peaks and troughs. Just like life. And just like love.
TERAZA FAULKNERIf truth be known it is not all about rainbows sometimes eyes of melancholic skies still shine they still find light and color despite the sky.
TERAZA FAULKNERI am caught between the meadow and the sky knowing I can walk long distances, but believing there’s something greater than where my feet can take me.
TERAZA FAULKNERIt was meant to be just rain, that went away. Yet we became the storm, of yesterday.
TERAZA FAULKNERLike a flower, that hides from the sun and discovers it still grows and blooms, I am learning that I too, can survive the dark, without you.
TERAZA FAULKNERPain is as dark as it is deep. But just like anything that receives enough light, it too will fade over time and become something, a little less ominous, and a little more hopeful.
TERAZA FAULKNERI am not scared of what I may find within the darkness of this forest line. But I do fear what the wild may find in me. I do fear that kind of vulnerability.
TERAZA FAULKNERCatch my fall as my wings ignite with love and the sky and I unite.
TERAZA FAULKNERBitter sweet rose her thorns pierce every bone, but her lustful petals fall like bandaids for bleeding sores.
TERAZA FAULKNERSometimes my lion will try to roar back when I flee. But its my butterfly that keeps me silent when I leave.
TERAZA FAULKNERMorning mist like a blanket to dawn, obscures the hope of a new day. Yet the sunrises high, and the blanket falls and hope returns to the stage.
TERAZA FAULKNERWhere the heart feels torn is where the blood rushes most and that’s where all the roads meet.
TERAZA FAULKNERSome days I wonder how I can become more then I think of you and I grow with love.
TERAZA FAULKNERI stand before mother natures pleasures as she is a playground for my soul. But you will always be the only playground that I call home.
TERAZA FAULKNER