If walls could talk,they would tell youwhat my roomhas been made of. They would tell youabout the scars hiddenin the depths of my mirror,about the wave of my painthat has washed over the floor,about the carpet hiding thecracks underneath,about the… Read More ›
Save for one, the boys cleared all the tables in the café and left. In the silence he could hear his chest wheezing. He slowly rose from the counter, shuffled to the fridge, fetched a bottle of her favorite syrupy sweet raspberry soda and put it down on the red chequered table cloth. His Delnaz looked at him so lovingly!
I share everything with you,
With a lil sense of security,
You understand me like no one does,
And bear all my peculiarity.
So rough and rigid, yet calm and still,
Where life wants to chill,
And imagine for the dreams to get fulfilled.
Black is not your color?
Cleaning… on loop