Let the wind soothe me,
sweep away all my mortal encumbrances...
A silent voyeur that lingers through the streets...
With only unlit eyes to survey the damaged sheets...
-*Written for a Contest.*-
As much as I want to be loved by you...
Glistening morning wakes me up
soft breezes touches my skin...
This afternoon
I could...
The seventh of December
In Nineteen Forty-one...
A fortitude of futile fumblings
serene seraphs of serendipity...
I feel like I just don't belong
like I'm doing something wrong...
My life has more twists than Lombard Street
More issues than Time magazine...
It’s been a while...
my eyes have gotten used to seeing...
The moment
you stop visualising...
I was a crack in the mirror
or was I a mirror with a crack...