And then I stopped feeling. Everything was numb. I couldn't cry anymore, its almost as if my tear glands were tired of doing their work. I was tired. Tired from the very low lows and kinda sorta high highs... I knew not where I belonged anymore. So I stopped feeling altogether. I sat there not... Continue Reading →
I was wrong about the big city. That dawn flavor I tasted on him was merely a ribbon of fantasy, tied to my neck. I was just crazy about how he followed me with his eyes. I dipped my toe in his shallow end. The water was chilly. The kind that shakes you to your... Continue Reading →
I have been torn in between a big city and a small town. The small town has been good to me. But the big city promises me the world. I fell in love with how the small town constantly reaches up to touch his hair. How his eyes flicker down to my lips when I... Continue Reading →
Poetry scares him Actually beautiful words scare him I watch him cringe when he holds his phone to read her texts She's generous with her words, hell, she is generous with her love. She's not sorry she feels.. Words dont do much for him though They are just words that play the music of emptiness...... Continue Reading →
You said you like different That different is sexy You looked into my eyes like you can trace galaxies in them, but now that I think about it, I was just blinded by this fire that erupted in my chest every time I saw you. It was a great feeling nonetheless. I remember biting my... Continue Reading →
He kept staring at her. The kind of look that is stripped completely bare. "Just talk to her" "I will at some point, i just need a while to take it all in, she's breathtaking.." He had this look, like he just saw heaven. I have always been a sucker for painfully honest people. You... Continue Reading →
I don’t remember a time I ever walked past a broken pot. Usually, I feel the need to put it together again. Am an artist you see, and for us, there’s this beauty about brokenness. I picked this pot up and started working on its cracks. It had some sharp edges that put permanent scars... Continue Reading →
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