chaos

Writing is the way I make sense of a chaotic world. I see the tumultuous backdrop of humanity around me, and I feel it is my duty (mainly to myself) to create a sense of meaning and understanding in such an atmosphere. It's all about timing. In a world without order, I create order. Sequence and structure, even in the busiest of places, allow me to be at peace.

I wish my whispers are heard and requited as a storm... Because, the storm is that keeps me alive!

Don't let their chaos distract you from your goals.

May it not be that he loves chaos and destruction (there can be no disputing that he does sometimes love it) because he is instinctively afraid of attaining his object and completing the edifice he is constructing? Who knows, perhaps he only loves that edifice from a distance, and is by no means in love with it at close quarters; perhaps he only loves building it and does not want to live in it, but will leave it, when completed...

Embrace the uncertainty; there is either a massive growth or catastrophic destruction for you lying underneath, there comes its joy.

I am suspended in the moment. Flickering images faded with age, frozen thoughts hovering precariously in dead space, a whirlwind of memories that slice through my soul.

The telescope destroyed the firmament, did away with the heaven of the New Testament, rendered the ascension of our Lord and the assumption of his Mother infinitely absurd, crumbled to chaos the gates and palaces of the New Jerusalem, and in their places gave to man a wilderness of worlds.

Walking with Jesus is many times like walking in the eye of the storm--inner peace in the middle of chaos.

A little manic was okay. A little manic paid the bills and got him up in the morning, made him magic when he needed it most.

One cannot shape the world without being reshaped in the process. Each gain of power requires its own sacrifice.

She watched him for a long moment, an adorably annoyed frown wrinkling her forehead. "You're obnoxious when you're right.

Even though she was terrified she'd somehow get Bo killed because he'd gotten trapped here with her, she was still glad to have him here. In that moment she realized there was no one else she'd rather have by her side. That scared her more than anything because Bo was the one male she shouldn't want.

I smell?" "You smell..." He flicked a glance at Bo, who was growling. "You tell her then." Bo's jaw tightened, but he looked at her with a rawness on his face that completely undid her. "Like roses and sunshine. It makes them want to kill you or eat you or..." He cleared his throat, not needing to finish because she knew what he meant. "It's very enticing.

You__e mine,_ he growled. He hoped she really understood that too. That she was his in every sense of the word. And vice versa. The female completely owned him. Until the day he died, he would be hers.

Drake, her sexy mate, just lifted a big shoulder. "Bo clearly does not know how to act around his female. Once he figures out how to, they will be mated soon." "No doubt," Finn murmured.

You are such a drama llama!" she shouted at her mother. The redhead blinked. "It's drama queen, dear." "No, it's llama...

Do you realize that you gave me the best orgasm of my life and we haven't even kissed?

last night i dreamt AGAIN of a chaotic world, a lawless world..a world that was wounded with bullet holes, shattered glass & screams behind explosives harsh soundmy dreams, for some time now..so filled with shattered glass.just shattered glass. in a shattered world.