It's the branches which hold us that break when we fallThe foliage finds the land, a new seed is formedExpanding, Feeling waves subsideSeeing clouds f..
What if Cinderella were an Engineer?Building scaffolds from debrisAnd turning glass slippers into skyscrapersWhere public spaces are a reflection of h..
The Comfort of FearIt is in the fear of losing him, I find himIn the wild raging fire, I find moistureLosing myself is too familiarSo I stayHearing hi..