Twist of tinkles up my belly I cringe to the despair Running driftly into shades of past sorrows Wide and clear I worry Brightness shines to my wounds Broads of whiskey woods Mopped down those shallow thoughts


Pieces of paper clamped beneath my feet. I soar higher, I defeat. Bones have withered and withered away. Thriving high above the sea. Imagination filled with deceit. I fright for what I see. Might I not dare to believe That life has born a brief

Losing Herself.

Life has always been something that was drawn in a specific way on a piece of paper. Each line were there for a purpose. Each path were taken learning from the rules of the books. The rules were stagnant. The rules were all that was to be true. To be considered important. Nothing else mattered. […]

You and me.

I look at you and me as just a one plus one makes two of us. Completing each pieces that was left unsolved. Placing each broken parts of my heart where they belong. Life has done me good by bringing you close.  Though distance takes our faith in its hands but miracles I believe in. […]


Straight towards uncertainty. Beauty unseen. Heart that is more enveloped within its own core. For I have seen all that is. All that is hidden. Though, I must say hidden with a purpose. Just like a treasure. Not meant to be searched for. Dugged up. Found from its beneath mighty dirt. But to be seen […]


Deep meanings are found beneath the surface. Depths of molecules that surrounds our consuming spirits. Beyond the realm of subconsciousness, there lies our concious soul. Guilding through eternity. Dancing between its lifetime creativity. What is responsible for our gasp for purpose and self awareness to build a future in our own world. For our own […]