Clay-smelling objects,
mud plates and bowls...
I'll take your comments with a grain of salt
Because I like salty food...
These twisted
old bones...
His little frame
peeks around...
Lost in thought, lost in soul,
lost in eyes, lost in a hole...
I'm following the orb of night
lanterns are lit, stars within sight...
1.
Someone had just jumped in front of the train I...
Bread
freshly baked...
Freedom is like writing sonnets
without having restrains...
Having faith does not mean to not question or to...
Having faith is questioning and doubting but still...
The beauty of writing
you can express all kind of emotion...
My mind is drifting off.
I can't control my thoughts...