poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
it is funny,because I have not forgotten about him,he still passes through my mind in his boat,sometimes waving, sometimes skating,I wonder whether the colour of him will erase from my memory,does love ever die?Even if it is wrong for you?Is it like a yearning we cannot undo?What will it it take to forget?I am working […]
fresh waters arising,treading on new grounds,paving to lighter frequencies,the sun has not come out yet,but my insides begin to radiate once more,I realise how lucky I am,how grateful I am for torment,when the rain pours over me,I feel a flood of joy plummeting over my skin,as if it was hungry,as if it was nourishment,the same […]