Do you hear that?
Our words reverberate,But I can’t remember what was said.Four years passed us by –Now as I walk past the same
Our words reverberate,But I can’t remember what was said.Four years passed us by –Now as I walk past the same
The familiar voice that bids mego to an unknown mountainpierces my heart but stays the knifein a trembling hand.The deed’s
solitude among giantshow it feelsto know that i inhale their exhalationsand that they do the samethat as we both respiratewe
When melancholy strikes,and my laundry piles up,a 13-year-old bloodhoundthe size of two American footballsmaterialises between the layers of rough jeans,
Want,desire,yearning,pining, craving,weight… waiting.The sickness,aching,longing.Whatever the word may be to describe the hot burning sensation that pools in your gut and
I read a quote once,“It is weak and silly to say you cannot bear what it is your fate to
There is a power in watching, noticing, and remembering.On the subway, I sit, I see a womanwearing the exact same
The fire sees everything as it feeds. Gold filigree peels away under the heat. Skeletal wooden beams come crashing in