Black is not your color?
poem
OCD
Cleaning… on loop
Secrets
Sharing secrets has always been our special thing to do. But my favorite one, is buried in the backyard with you.
The secrets that lie, and lie within
Every moment the sun goes down, flashing the reds and pinks on the clouds. hits the eye and hurts the heart, but silhouettes must still lie! I stare into the far away horizon that seems to have found the end… Read More ›
Rectangles
How do they so effortlessly manage
To not loathe themselves
Every minute of every day
I wonder as I scroll further
A letter to daughter(s)
Let him understand sensitivity…
When it hurts and he feels wry
Do a favor to womankind
Don’t prejudice him that men do not cry.