I realized that Freedom is in loneliness. So I say goodbye.
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 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”
Where’s all my ME time? Where’s all the absolute spontaneity I get every weekend? Where are they, you might ask? I don’t know! Hahah. Lately, I’ve just…… Read more “WHERE IS IT?”
ANNOUNCEMENT! To all who’ll read… I guess So I know I’ve been gone for such a long time after saying all those really cool stuff about my…… Read more “ATTN!”