A day had wrapped two frowns Around my shoulders Because the sun was indifferent So I stood on my hands And told a friend That sunburn Is a matter of perspective
Grounded to land vs. Riding the wave
A monologue by the personified dream
The chapter on burning and touching
A moment of self-awareness captured through an intentionally monochrome description of love.
Deciphering the heart: distinguishing between fairytales and futures.
We take one hand, whilst letting go of another. How do we deal with the internal conflicts arising from these matters of the heart?
Moral questioning: on the battle of guilt and forgiveness of the self.
Becoming every colour can leave us gray, when the lights go down
An indulgent slur of exasperated egoism and every day self-inflation/deflation which I will probably edit forever