The Dance of Perspective

Quiet the mind, try, she might; Words indefinable with odd caveats. Only for the eyes, Whose tears fall backwards. No you don’t know, when she fakes it all outward. Blinks of drama, Windows of trauma. But there she goes, embracing the dilemma— Of scattered puzzles, of twists and turns; Fancy a believer of ideas to…

Don’t read this if you’re highly sensitive

This day felt like a day of survival. A day of waiting for the sun to set so it can rise again tomorrow. Such a paradox really but earlier i was getting a little impatient, yet again. Things don’t seem to be working. Walking along this path that has little to no form of lighting….

An excerpt from the novel I “might” publish

He gave her the spare key of his apartment and she was stunned. Maliya just stared blankly at it as it rested on her palm for quite a few seconds. When he turned around to look for something to wear, she smiled a giddy smile while observing the details of his back. She couldn’t help…

My semantic musings about light and darkness

We hear of it like a clichéd lexicon of the norm but what do we really know about it? What do you really know about darkness and the lightness of the weight of it? How light, how peaceful, how religiously liberating to get in touch with the darkest parts of you that you were ignoring—out…