You still remember the scent of crushed leaves basking in the mud, the sun choking out their water. The inviting aroma of dead leaves would anchor itself in the air of a hot, sunny day. It was the time of farewells and goodbyes, tears and nostalgia for a past that could not be undone. At […]Read More Dead Leaves
torn black streets echo in grey clouds under a blue sky. cemented high rises curtains to a crowded audience. rubber spines of beggars bent under the heavy sun. slow shutter speed many faces trapped in an obscure plot.Read More URBAN
With half-open eyes
I’m looking into my next life.Read More Dead in Sleep.
Boredom unwinds like a creeper
And an intestine pulled out
From the brain.Read More Ennui.
A thread of sunshine
Is cut by a deathly shadowRead More Rough Patch
In this sea of dead faces
And smoky black lips.Read More Being Nobody
I have been born in the eyes and
Minds of many.Read More Flight
I couldn’t get rid of my memories,
So I shot myself in the head.