Through the eyes one can see, through the windows one can perceive, through the nose one can breathe, through the balcony one can respire. Through the mouth one can communicate, through the door one can approach. A face without eyes, nose, mouth is a facade without windows balconies doors, a blank canvas.

Planning next weeks outing Planning next week’s outing I notice there’s no reason We take life for granted, another week of breathing We assume time is endless Key for survival We work not to go starving, Setting up death another alarming , Until death comes uninvited, saying he just needs a moment. A moment to capture the timeline of my life Being drown in my sleep The other kind of sleep, Where dreams are endless

Yesterday, we went to sleep. Today, we wake up. Meanwhile, we are dreaming. The moment my eyes open, iam given options on how to move on with my day. Those options are affected by the moment I step outside my room. I step outside my room, to carry on my…

April 16, 2016 22:03 I see them walking together sharing all the friction of their bodies that travels from the top of their heads and from the bottom of their foot meeting up in the middle when holding each other’s hands which seems to fit perfectly. An indescribable pain cracks…