The world is often heavier in her direction
without ever admitting it has shifted...
There are promises the world makes softly
so they do not sound like obligations breaking in...
The world draws its lines as if they are...
as if ink cannot bleed, as if borders cannot...
The sky does not discriminate in its reaching—
it settles over every street, every roof, every...
I hibernate when life turns cold and loud,
When people bruise my being, when the world feels...
I am a masterpiece ,flawed but good
Every part of me beats real and bold...
Staring at the street lights
Watching the light strands...
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Flashback: Badminton Court, November 20, 2016...
Today I sit upon my chair,
my thoughts running wild...
My inner thoughts mirroring my soul,
Integrating the existence of my private...
A tear can move my pen.
A smile can counter a lie...
Every tear becomes a lifeline.
Emotion is proof of life...