Imaginations

For i see a tree behind a house made of clouds a slow whisper entrapped beneath the soil that never moves an inch a state of wellness only getting harrowed we live like a static voice losing the soft cotton-like warmth each day where the bells pause to chime. We come across rooms full of… Continue reading Imaginations

Spotting and Observing

Today was one such day when I took my seizure pills and went to sleep in the darkest of crisp floors of dreams and nightmares with my cigarettes still burning, mouth full of water In the turbid walks of women’s lane, a niche of mirrored talks happened with a soul crooked and cracked Vinegar lips… Continue reading Spotting and Observing