There is no greater sorrow than that no one knows of.
l am sugar in water when you walk with me.
What does one do with this makeup?
A line dividing you from the world.
Ladders leading nowhere.
If life were a blanket,
as flames lusting darkness,
What does the mirror tell you?
Silence is useless, so use it sparingly
You don’t color my thoughts, you shade them.
As you face another loaded second,
A story gone wrong.
Are you still at the first chapter?
It started with love. Surprise surprise,
the plot had a twist.
This book is best in a library, and you,
can you write another?
My morning sunshine has no place for his rantings. If it did, I would blind him in rays of piercing needles.
What then, is consciousness? A flicker, like untamed candle flames, irreverent? Why should it respond to you? Who are you?
When you have nothing to do, you can finally afford to be irresponsible.
Why do you collect scars when you could make a story of them that waters these away.