With all the inner-knowing a time arrives where you are with a clear vision, a calling that is yours to have. This is when you undergo metamorphosis.
In a world full of images and word-dictionaries, my emotions lay between fleeting memories. I wonder and plunder, while I still wander in fleeting memories.
One Day, even if the world ceases to be, my soul shall yearn for you… A living legend in itself our story shall live though, each day…
Poetry originates from the gaze of the sun, and more or less everything that is fun. Here’s a take on poetry in the absurd via a letter to the poet in you.
Whether you believe it or not, we’re all a mess. Some cute, some lewd, moreover a dirty mess inside that ever brewed, aren’t we all cramped up inside?
It’s a funny situation with hope. We hold on to it until the very end, and even in the end, we don’t leave hope. Funny, yet true.
In the making of a Nicotine Smoothie! Nothing fancy or boogie… Just slices of you and me, and a pack of smokes. We’ve all got our vices, don’t we?