Student — artist — traveller. Writing poetry and varied prose.
Thunders whom roar, in your distance spread a humid air of indifference,
Love at first sight, it is bizarre, how confidently you can claim to love me,
Does my character reveal itself through the hollowness of my pupils,the tug, the indentation of my smile lines?
My pored skin,must be the openings,the sieves to within, where drip drop downthe trickles of what trickled behind your glazed…
Omnipresent potentiality rise and restssuddenly exuding from unsuspecting crevices…