It's been two months...
and I didn't find you worthy enough to pen into...
If I could erase my memory, believe me id do it...
If I could give myself a concussion, id be running...
I felt your death and
rebirth on a Tuesday...
Where are you, Love?
I cannot see your face...
When our feeling were still verdurous
I learnt how to ideate you as my muse...
She says I'm a son of the city
we're battling in. It's inscribed...
We run away from oblivions
Pitch-black past visions...
Where you are, it's probably dark
and the screams of others are the...
Go. Shut the door.
Cover your ears and sleep...
There is a collection of love letters
that I keep hidden...
Dreams flickering over distant star-trail,
intertwined time, yours and mine...
It's a quarter past five and my internal clock...
You said we were two peas in a pod, our legs; a...