bolts of lightning  crack into the  grey sky thunderous echoes  shatter the  silent night a moment of life flickers and then  is laid to rest life in a metaphor proves nothing at our behest fragile all that lives fragile  until death...    


A Question to the Shadow of My Past Did I just miss the part where you were supposed to be by my side? Your hand caressing my soul, as my head rested on your shoulder. The world I live in is perfect. The picture on the wall looks happy. And for days ... months, I... Continue Reading →

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