Writing

I listened to your voice last night. The one where you kept repeating words of tasteless struggles. All that worries you. You shriek at the sou..

Sitting on the midst of a wilderness, Anxious of things that already exist, Shattered mind with a heavy heart, A soul’s awake yet t..

I beg no more to stop the end, to stop the silence, to stop the WHY of your disappearance. Your way became my agreed path. No more..

Reconciliation

From the evening twilight, When orange and yellow hues fight for control of the sky, On through the witching hour When darkness lays heavy on..

The Stolen Generation

Youngsters letter to an old buddy FATHOM

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