I’ve searched for you in every crack of the earth

I’ve searched for you in every corner of the world

I’ve searched for you

I found you -

Exhaustion sets on my lids while the responsibilities of adulthood weigh heavy upon my shoulders. 

Coastal Towns —

I absolutely adore the sound of harbor bells far off in the distance while seagulls fly overhead. The small waves that gently lap at the boat and the creaking of the dock as you step down into it. How about the smell of clean, crisp ocean air? The fog that hangs low along the shore and over the boats giving it a mysterious feel. Clutching at your cardigan to pull it up over your shoulders because the wind caught you off guard.

— A. Naka

What is it about wanting to run into the arms of another? After cutting the chain from the other..

Constantly seeking comfort to be torn by the claws in the dark.

Cicadas singing in the dead of night have never bothered me.

I’ve always said an artist couldn’t fall in love with another artist because two creative minds would clash and the moods would almost always be melancholic.. but I take that back. Imagine the magic two artist can make together? The creative lovechild they would produce? or how colorful the both of them would be?

I speak in words that impact his heart

He truly is mine

As i am his

We’ll merge together to become one

- Naka

He leans into my touch as if he craves it.

I feel as if I should write about you otherwise I’ll lose the faint memory of you.

There are days where I fantasize too often about relationship that isn’t real.

A man who isn’t real.

Yet here I am.. dreaming up a thoughtful lover with dark tasseled curls and bright green eyes.

He’s got dark caramel skin, his hands rough yet gentle as they roam freely over every curve of my body. His touch excites me. I quiver.

I feel as if you were mine on another astral plane. Tell me.. do you dream of me as I dream of you?

My love for you overflows, knows no boundaries, and could live on even after we have parted this earth.

- Naka

Achey, weary, and fatigued but those lips still carry a smile. Beat red face, cold button nose, and tired eyes yet you’re still keeping positive.

My daydreams consist of bright green fields speckled with colorful flowers, the sun hung up in the sky like a golden mirror reflecting on me, clouds display themselves as cute little shapes, leaves rustle in the wind as I lay there out in the field. Barefoot daredevil with the soil between my toes and blades of grass tickling my ears.

———- Daydream of a Lifetime

Rest, little love. Your tired bones have lifted you through and through. Your skin put up a fight through the elements. Your heart has felt the pain. Your mind is restless and can no longer function correctly. Rest.

Many moons ago the women before you paved the way to success in secrecy, hid their work behind blankets of vines, planted the seed of motivation for it to become the protection and shade for women in today’s generation.

Soooooo, I’ve decided to strike up a little story that has been on my mind for quite some time. I never had an official plot so I’m kind of creating characters and scenes as I go. I figured this would be the perfect way to get my creative juices flowing.

This story is about a girl who takes her Mother’s place as the Village Witch after both her parents pass away. She’s tired of living a routine life and has an opportunity handed to her by the King himself. However, many rumors have gone around the kingdom about how he is a brutal ruler and he’s violent in every way. Will she accept his invitation to become his personal healer and Sorceress?