Try stirring with your golden spoon, the air in the empty vessel you see on the table next to you, Give it a nice taste on your ever-longing tongue, and let it give you goosebumps with its…
Everything Could have been here, live and true, For there hasn’t been much of a chance, To look around, and to know that there’s is, Much to see, other than seeing and believing. That there’s is just this speed yet…
I’ve left all my preoccupations, And I’m back down here, willingly. For all of the day that the vacancy of thoughts be replaced, Sit down where you once sat, just back to basics. As the night is taking off, all…
It’s cold out there, but the skins are burning. The plurality is seeable in this statement, in “skins” not “skin” as multiple layers of it is burnt and is now all left on ashes. A Write-Up A pilot…
It is about the stay, it is about the ray, Fearless and countless, it’s way all astray. Limitless efforts pointed the caves, deep and dark, Burn lights beside a question delight, Was a life that left but resides all in…
I have been hearing this for quite awhile. I have been ignorant to disregard it for an opportunity to listen. But it had a meaning, inside that monotonous sound waves reaching my ear, it had a regularity and a…