Sofe : Writing

I can never think of titles.

I can never think of titles.

A Poem by Sofe


my eyesare burning past my skin�"it is not quiet here.at the end of my paper-glass memories,there is you and the sand in your hair,the way..
The Way the Clouds Fell {Part 1}

The Way the Clouds Fell {Part 1}

A Story by Sofe


The day he proposed to me (not your father, but another man), the clouds fell from the sky more heavily than usual. They washed us all clean despite ..