THE SLEEPLESS EMBER
I opened the dreams which were given to me as swollen primrose buds, and I wiped away the dew drops …
I opened the dreams which were given to me as swollen primrose buds, and I wiped away the dew drops …
One day we will return to that Mars left behind, to its endless oceans, its titanic mountains and the leafy …
There is no greatest love than a scorned love. A beggar at a door calling softly for fear of the …
I won’t remain irreconcilable forever. One day I will get my breath be aligned to my thoughts and that chakras …
I really don’t know what these windows are doing here. They must have had a purpose when they were built, …
Let’s strum the softest and most bearable strings. If everything is an illusion after all how hard would it be? …
Something told me that I had to leave words behind. That they were old, worn-out, lacking the substance that made …
I kept waiting for the 11 o’clock train, but it never came. I was there with my hand luggage and …