the world is a hard place so we raise children with fire and brimstone with grit We harden […]
Month: Jun 2018
I am here waking up to myself. It is as if I came from a long slumber, where […]
I am wandering around the obscure walls of the sunken place searching its oblique halls and I can’t […]
all I used to have were unfinished thoughts dear diary… fragmented parts of myself, that stopped writing at […]
a micro-poem on foreplay
sometimes, it feels as though I’m melting spreading into lather-like substance losing firmness consistency breaking apart, slowly- irrevocably […]
there are few things sweeter than the moments we give to our selves. the solace of meditative silence […]
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