You’ll find me at the end of the rainbow… talking to my cigarette where doubled colours bend, and golden puddles flow… A frown – for all those… Read more “Bent Colours”
All those lines are simply too much too full of I’s, too much fuss that cannot touch the heat of my heart or the warmth of my… Read more “Reflections”
….I don’t know what my dreams might mean,
but I know them well, and forget them nevermore….
“A feeling for which I have no name, has taken possession of my soul” (E.A.POE)
This split of a second to keep… to preserve the color of your glimmer is like freezing the flow of a river or like holding onto the… Read more “The Split of a Second”
The whole world in the palm of my foot where I wander and where I stood – Lil’ Nothings forgotten and they all look the same Just… Read more “Palms”
In the face of solitude surrounded by the solace of the sea salted drops upon my cheek molded and stopped the chaos and its peak. Finally daring… Read more “The Solace of the Sea”