a head filled with fear and delirium..Read More
You are my beacon; my way to home..Read More
the snow scenery now gone and forgotten
I stumble onto the lonely summer sea;
Ten springs ago, he was badly watered.
Now, he has exquisitely blossomed.
“..because none of us made it home.”Read More
Words are not always there to give justice to what we’re feeling—sometimes we stay blank and empty no matter how strong the storm of thoughts is in our heads.Read More
They don’t hold the brush
You get to decide for you
Not anyone elseRead More
cup after more cups
the leaves falling helplessly
sigh of surrender