Somewhere there should be a placeWhere the silver ocean is calm and warmThe stars should be a lot closer, brighterAnd the only…
The conversation’s tangent becomes marginalgrows infinitely wideseparating us into different corners
Saddish
“It’s a desperately vexatious thing, that after all one’s reflections and quiet…
The angry sea keeps roaring, vowing not to calm down tonight. The icy wind forewarns of a destructive storm. In the threatening…
I moved you…
pushed you away consumed with guilt and shame. Unable to let them go, I attach them to me; to my…