The rhythmin our motion
Somehow life gets betterwhen the only reflectionyou see,in those puddles,in those glasses,in those windows,in…
Can Itake a sip
Wordscrashing to a halt
October is the month you leave your windows openAnd let the autumn breeze blow the summer demons out of your soul
Inside these empty caverns of my mindI dream of blissful sunshineSitting under the shade of a beautiful treeI wish to remember…
Spread so thin, in shamed skin Gutted.. in this world’s sinThe residuals of the pandemic…