Shh… let me hear it.
the room is echoing my emotions...

bleeding emotions isn’t my fort
but sometimes these wounds of mine...

Nah, I’m just a cloud passing by
I shade a few from the sun...

well, it is what it is, isn’t it?
The time has come yet again...

Poetry
If you were a river, I’d like to immerse in your...

Water flowing, splashing on the floor
Laughter, giggles coming from a bathtub...

When cellulite appears before my eyes
I see the dimples on the skin with fright...

a bone without meat
the chewing heard amidst the street...

draw me a tree
one with leaves as red as sunsets...

8
Has anyone noticed...

i miss this
you and me...

“my soul is …” she said thoughtfully
“wait. Hold that thought. Let me get a glass of...