The moon is a child. A mischievous one. She is as ancient as time. But then how old is time? Isn’t time a human concept…
My Mind Has A Body
My mind has a body that runs on emotionsLike the streams of blood. My mind has a body that connects to othersLike the senses of…
I loathe borders.A reminiscence of confinement. Like my body -So uncovered,Yet so unwanted.Myself,A reminiscence of hostility,Wailing to a wakeful…
He found her quite young
Both so alone, forlorn.