This world, a crazy place to be if you are trying to find an escape, unto the shadows of glamour—to walk like the cosmos did each night....

It’s been a long day, and the lavender to one’s joy—a soul that has the world to offer, yet constrained with time and other things. I...

Ever stumbled upon a live wire, with its tail trying to hold you—acting like everything is alright yet nothing is. The world is a strange...

Closed shutters, exasperating breath and teenage attire. These are the symbols of longing, inside the vase which is overly...

I cannot recall, the last time I was happy or saw me flying amongst stars. For the art of suffocation has me walking on top of my dead...