Poetry | If Falling Stars are Fallen Souls

can I leave traces on the map and stitch myself up?

Poetry | When Will Spring Come?

it is cold and colder and sadder and colder. Both sting. Let's end it here.

Poetry | Chaos in Abstract

It’s that time of the year again when I don’t want us to part— but we’re a delicate abstract art

The Universe Inside Me

The universe represents our emotions, doesn’t it? It’s a million little stars, a series of wormholes upon wormholes, infinite, vast, indescribable, mysterious.

Poetry | Someday I Will Be Home

when the c l o u d s finally consume me; when the universe set me ablaze— I will be home

POETRY | MIST

her heart, bigger than a ball of fist her soul remains caged in a grain of mist

POETRY | LOST SOUL

She believes in soul and that hers is somewhere far -

POETRY | STARTING LINE

I don’t know what Hope is. I don’t know where to find Happiness. I only know now—