Ripped off, traces under the blood Paper cut, pencils drawing a disorganized metaphor of life Nail bites, tension, drums, a palace for the anxious types Trains off the railways, crickets going as loud as they can Summer rain with floods leaving craters in soft lands Doors and chains, vintage smells, and museum stairways The unconscious […]

I see life as a ride on a swing Going back and forth until everything spins I see silence as a waterfall Disrupting the calm, imposing its flow I see powerlessness as a chain Imprinting a trace that enslaves I see freedom as a cloud Carrying both the sun and the rain inside I see […]