When I see something unique, something that sparks off little thoughts in my head, they form a rhyming structure. They pretty much create themselves and land here.
Everything seems well and good. Until you remember, you have always held you body as a beacon heralding harm And darkness resides in corners you don’t know, waiting to creep up into your heart And your heart, it’s an iron walled cage with a gentle, sensitive soul. It hurts and it hurts so it twines […]More
You are so broken, it’s almost beautiful. Like a cracked porcelain vase A memento of the great beauty it was A reminder of the great storms it has passed And time will not put you together again. Because that would mean undoing its art. But for each little fragment of yourself that you have lost […]More