Far fetched voices caught in one hand,chasing choices disappearing in drying, wet sand. Distant drums rumble slowly into my conscious mind. To each ta..
22.1.15Our streets are carved into geometric forms as if the well-known order would help us revive our long lost roots.Our soft feet fitted into well ..
A thick thunder cloud silently emerging on the horizon.Slowly hovering to the right, to the left making out which way to decide on.Disguised by a soli..
08.12. 14I wonder what it would be like to be a tree.What it would be like to sway in the wind with no haste or worry.Firmly rooted in the womb of mot..
I wrote this on the 25th of last October at 12: 45 p.m. when I was laying sick in bed with rubella.
In my isolation, I grew very fond of my small com..