Memories for time are companion,and for me, the girl following behind timeare the woman I can’t ever look atbecause she has the gloweven in my white dress shone by sunlight,I cannot compare,memories are the enemy to my love. | Continue reading
What does it mean to say I give up, it’s alright for the living? Of course it’s certification that I have been through what the strong go through and have found out while we’re both made of skin and live under the same sky, I can’t bear it’s favour like those with courage can; an … | Continue reading
Anyway;saying goodbye to the moon is my ritual, while a glass is restingwhere I’m going to step tomorrow; flowers with the wind entangled in dance, the dark night says, longing comes to bite my smile,I’m hanging my nightdress on a window,to remember who I was during the day, This … | Continue reading
How to be forgotten is standing under the sunfighting with your shadowand shouting at it’s reference,I asked you; “who am I?” the sad tales that are soldby those that know how to read to others,say the rain is God’s helping handand if I’m prideful, don on my stepping stones,how d … | Continue reading
I live because I’m aliveand being alive, is my living. | Continue reading