I want to be free of this earthly body,
and cast among the stars...
Dreaming is what makes us special
Doubting is what makes us human...
18th February, 2012.
Slit incisions on my caramel skin, left me...
An old buzzard does a spiraled dance
upon winds of a rotten mist...
Thoughts fall like leaves,
rot like fruits without teeth...
Beyond heaven
there must be peace within...
Sometimes my name has no point
like I don't belong...
It's not in the days that pass us by
Oft too quickly for us to see...
From the bottom looking up,
the ripples of souls...
Looking for
inspiration...
Remove your sunglasses
let me see your damp eyes...
I never knew I would,
even if I could...