Lightning strikes an empty beach
thunder roars in the night sky...
We live in a painting of undefinable beauty
A star filled haze without definition. You run to...
Summer has ended,
and I've never heard your voice...
War begins
the moment...
Why do we trust
the tyranny of sizes...
How are we meant to see a future?
With the past standing in the way...
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? |