I realized that Freedom is in loneliness. So I say goodbye.
Tag: postaday
When Poets write..
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..”
ACTING COOL
Good night, my lover I will call you by morning. Because I love you. P.S. Awww.. imagine that… I wrote that. Hah! Oh Mona, how low…… Read more “ACTING COOL”
SERIES PART 1: The Devil and Me
I was pissed. He was calm. I was pissed he was calm. He worked. I stayed awake. He called and the madness went away. He is a…… Read more “SERIES PART 1: The Devil and Me”
When reality strikes you – A REPOST
And as she stared at her dog’s eyes, Her smile turned upside down Reality now finally sinking in She is done dreaming.
