I am so, so young.
And I am always, always running.
My movements are inconstant and my mind is in too many places at once to count.
It feels as though I’m nearing a climax, exploding, time crunch is o...
There, in the distance, we see a glimmer of home,
And we, run, scurry, stumble over our own dreams
To reach out for a poorly painted picture of the light at the end of the corridor which vaguely and s...
It’s funny, growing up in a place that isn’t supposed to be ‘yours’, your mirror- people that do not look like you. And so I grew, my skin one colour, my mind another, my soul- something in between. W...
His invisible hands caressed my neck
and stroked the bone behind my ear.
They traced beautiful words into my accepting skin
and tingling mind,
Every movement one of desperation,
Of a desire fed by bot...
Carried by the flutter of
cold fingertips and liquid eyes
That melt, with the rest
of the world,
Oblivious to the sounds
of the unsaid, the looks
that may ha...
Everything is GREY And I'm in love With hot showers. ...
White rays of sunlight Playfully stroked the emerald waves, TURNING THEM TO GOLD. ...
The clock ticked away The TIME TO INFINITY, Leaving behin...