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When mind wanders, heart wails, art heals & soul speaks

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Thunderstorm

Delirium has seeped inside us through the broken windows of our dreams. It rains teardrops outside, which is raging a thunderstorm inside. The foundations of our souls are shaking, ready to collapse any minute now. The forecast says the storm... Continue Reading →

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Loving from a distance

I have only learned to love things from a distance, like the shy smile on your lips when you listen to your favourite song; like the hues of the sky mourning the loss of another day; like the drops of... Continue Reading →

Chronic fatigue 

Your face looked like someone who has been through a lot. and no, I am not referring to the wound on the right side of your forehead; a red bruise, almost new. it was your overall expression: the overarching gloom,... Continue Reading →

Ambiguity 

​Do you ever feel that point in your life where you find yourself very blessed? But then again there's a voice shouting from the back of your head nagging, bothering, disturbing continuously. It tells you otherwise. It can't be tamed... Continue Reading →

Dead souls

​You can not say that all of these walking, talking people, displaying smiles on their faces are truly alive.  For some deaths, my friend, are not physical. They can not be seen or openly aggrieved. Some tombstones are not made... Continue Reading →

You//art 

They speak not false when they say that you're a piece of art. You're the art which stains the glass windows of cathedrals.  The art which engraves a skin & soul to remain inside it forever. The art found in... Continue Reading →

A conversation with clouds 

I called onto those cumulus cotton balls floating in the vast sky. They were far enough but seemed to be just within my reach, striding further in a slow pace towards a direction unknown. I asked them to give me... Continue Reading →

Oh hiraeth! 

  All cloaked in black, It peeks from behind In the dead of the night In the silent car rides In the laughter of their faces In the endings of moments. And it seeps & crawls slowly In the pores... Continue Reading →

Vulnerability

She wrapped vulnerability in a golden colored paper, and they actually believed it was gold hidden inside. Oh, but it's not at all how it seems from outside.   The interiors are dark, scrawled messy walls laden with blotches and... Continue Reading →

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