Yawning the clouds apart in a lazy whistle This protagonist lays in media res Falling out of naïve daydreams Stretching … More
Sunlight and smiles shine freely, people come and go, talking…laughing. So much – happiness. So much – normality. How naive. … More
Room is spinning just not winning try my best to catch my breath thoughts submerge to darkest depths to … More
They say that life comes at you,
Pretty bloody fast,
So one thing you’ve got to do,
Is make the good times last.
My house was made of sticks, it came crashing down, you crushed it with your bare hands.
It is a bit like that wayward friend, the one always up to no good; she gets you into all kinds of trouble but don’t worry because it’s a rush.
I got in, can you believe it.
Envelops your mind,
everything clouds over.