In my heart,I know there are many roomscovered in webs and dust,perhaps ghost too galavantingpeople I no longer rememberand many many thatsiren me to them even in my sleepas to say I’m neglectfulI’ve left the house to rotwhile living in it;I know this much silencethat even my voice fearsyet I’m lazy to clean,to open myContinue reading "What’s Well In Memories."
It’s because of the simple way words take form that I’ve chased after the mystery behind what lies between my thoughts and my words. They seem related yet vastly different like the person in the mirror and I, who I can’t help but hold too much intricacies for. I could be a vicious being forContinue reading "Come."