I was never a speck of dustbut a journal of those scattered soulswho poured their siphoned poetriesin an attempt of…
To be excessively creative, you’ve got to deal with the mess.
A long time ago there were 2 friends, a writer, and a painter. Both were equipped with exquisite taste, talent,…
It rained todayand I went a little tipsy.Sloshed under the influenceof my liquor-coated old diarywhen those words had me smiling.…
You might saythat I’m brokenbut even my splintersdipped in poetries,can inject thelife back into you.
To the one who’s afraid of taking risks/ or changes happening around. I know you must have felt overwhelming by…
September arrived liketwo patrolling cars to comfirmif I am still a criminal.And my salty eyes gave away.Yes, I am fugitive…
I am that little explorer who loves exploring everything. Like the corners of the house abandoned for years, like the…
Have you ever met someone who was murdered in cold blood, veins popped out, death clock dancing on their head…
Maturity is making peace with the fact that even your closest friends depart from your life. And it sucks no…