Dear friend of my heart, who wanders listlessly in the deserted streets of wakeful nights, searching for someone who would… Read more Not all those who wander…

Dear friend of my heart, who wanders listlessly in the deserted streets of wakeful nights, searching for someone who would… Read more Not all those who wander…
Dear Friend of my Heart, In my dream last night an angry red-headed man started becoming a story. He turned… Read more Dreams, Orchids and Fruits
Dear Friend of my Heart, We were so deeply immersed in a callous darkness, drawing feeble lines of colors we… Read more Loss
Dear Friend of my Heart, I saw a middle-aged man sit beside a sapling and speak to it of everything… Read more When I Grow up
Dear Friend of my Heart, As you wander these unpaved paths, soaked to the bones in the ethereal rain of… Read more The Gravity of a Dream
Dear Friend of my Heart, I was going through some old pieces of writing earlier and something peculiar and amusing… Read more Treasures, Wings and the Moon
repetition. The same movement over and over, every time a little off. Every time the same movement? A little off?… Read more Leafy Labyrinth
This morning the bed spit me out in distaste. I am not responsible for these dreams, I think out loud… Read more Morning; Voyage
Someone is standing outside the door and listening… I should pretend to be doing something that I am not, to… Read more The Itch
it has been a decade, perhaps more… I lived across the street from a strange woman. She would not be… Read more Strange Woman: Summer Spirit
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Bird Silent
Ceaselessly Sinking In Aesthetic Art & Mediocre Metaphors
The scars of my soul bleed through words in the form of poetry.
Within the well of silence , are thoughts that awaken the soul.....
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