Why do I become tone-deaf to my own imagination? And a lighthouse to guide their wings forward. I sit back and wonder what would work for me? Implo...Read more

Will you come back and pick up your belongings lying breathless in your old room? Will you reclaim the home you once fled from? Will you pick up the g...Read more

The edge of a leaf, tip of a nose, head of a pen, the weight of grief…. bring it closer and closer until it dissolves into haze. “Ignorance is blis...Read more

How can you say non-living things do not have life living inside of them? These things breathe, reminisce, sigh out the essence of a person they were ...Read more

Feet to the ground, a smile in the eyes I think I dreamt when I saw you at the doorway. The soul absorbs memories, settled like dust particles I sure...Read more