I stayed and watched him for hours wondering if he even knew I was there.
> It begins with a point.> The point becomes a line.> The line becomes a screen.> The voices are behind the screen. >…
even though I don’t knowyour favorite coloryour songthe girl you loved for so long
I always know when someone is praying for me. My breathing is no longer short gusts of air and though the demons don’t go away, I feel a…
nostalgia is a seductresswho sways her hips,twirls her armsand sings a breathy song in your ear
6.30 am in the morning van. A streak of dawn interrupts the sleepy darkness as we descend the escarpments that lead to the main…
Weighed down by heavy thoughts,the state I’m in,body broken,trying to heal, my mind racesand I can’t seem to focus,least of…
Swaying to the occasional breeze,The supple movements of the sign oldSqueak, as the rusty hinges fold and unfold.And mark its presenceOn a…
The end is where weShould try our best to go toEmbrace a new start