time stains my hands like turmeric—i...
of it, like ridding it would absolve me of me my...
my eyes can’t keep contact
with the camera lens...
Down, i look. You turn to see me, so slowlY
Every now and then, i turn to see you toO...
It is so undeniable that the older I get
the more...
World's clear and bright with distance
But living makes it dull...
Up on screen I hear them scream,
bright and vibrant, happy and sad...
A writer not only writes what the writer feels but the writer can also feel what the writer writes |
Being in love is like playing with fire you always get burned |
Must keep my eyes open, can't fall asleep yet, I'm widely wake, but for how long? |