We are walls with feet (Everything concealed and constantly moving) Memories as puzzle pieces labeled – beyond (The museum is abandoned and yet we go back) I…… Read more “When Poets write..”
I do not miss you. But I miss missing you. Now, I live life better.
There are things you don’t want to write on paper and yet you can’t trust your memories, and so you do. There are things you don’t want…… Read more “Bluer than blue”
M: If I were to see you tonight, I would hold you in my arms so tight. I will hold you and never let go. Wrap you…… Read more “Her Defense”
What I miss most is how you loved me. But what I didn’t know was how you loved me had so much to do with the person…… Read more “Loving, Leaving”