A bottle of wine down, starring into your soul, amidst foreign air is all I think ofSwitched off, stumbling drunkclinging…
poetry
You can never be sure on everythingThere will forever be an element of “what if?” whispering in my earBecause nothing is guaranteed with absolute certaintyBut the trust I hold for you in my heart is endless.It is the object of my sanity and holds the key to my inner peace…
The sublimity of GreenHow could I ever begin to describethe tranquillity it fills me with when I desire most to hide…
Whenever I feel as though I've been born in the wrong period of time
swarmed by people that misunderstand me
The apple never falls far from the tree.