they left behind words words which were scribbled hastily.
For a long time you thought you could do anythingthat you were specialunbeatablethat no one was…
Rest relax rejuvenateTime to resetwelcome gifts of friendshipthat sisters reach out, to give
I love to get tiredthat’s how I know that I am alive in that other world.
poets write easily about lovebecause they know how it feels to hold the colours within…
(A poetic display of what happens within my cognitions)
In the darkmemories will not sleepthey torturepeaceful dreams withnightmare realities