Where have my words gone?
I wish you could tell me the answer to my questions. The truth is, I’m not really sure what is happening; nor where I am
I wish you could tell me the answer to my questions. The truth is, I’m not really sure what is happening; nor where I am
Do we know of nothing else? As the night falls along with my heavy eye lids, it seems as if no moment passes to the
Looking through old works and times, I see the search for perfect words never seemed to slip my tongue. Where has my poetry gone? I
Yesterday, being one of them. Even though yesterday was a holiday, I expected my day to follow through as any other Monday. Lucky for me,
Any moment with you is one worth spending; Whether we stare at our screens or each other in the eyes— any moment with you is
It was easier than usual to wake up today. After long naps that lasted hours, the weekend passed me by like it never exisisted. This
Master the mind, Master the senses, Master the waves of the Sea; Then only, will you truly know the Universe. —N.
I write this to you. It’s a new day, a new week, and I wonder what the possibilities are. The air is still, oppose to
I wonder if anyone is here to hear it. It’s late at night and before I dim the light, I sit up writing and digesting
And I almost already forgotten what I committed myself to. Write every day. Write every day. It’s freezing outside while I watch the sun rise