I find myself looking in the mirror and these eyes staring back at me,heavy with rain… They talk to me about the times,when I thought ofunzipping this skin which I can’t When I stored the tears insidethat caused flood one… Read More ›
poetic
If walls could talk…
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 ›
A walk by the sea
So rough and rigid, yet calm and still,
Where life wants to chill,
And imagine for the dreams to get fulfilled.