Words

I once thought words were houses built by sunrises, Kept together by sunsets, not able to withstand the rain, Not able to ascend into heaven to be heard, These words that keep me alive have no home to reflect and believe, But music never finds home in unwiltering escapes, Oh WORDS, be my home, fill… Read More Words

Demystify

after the door was open they had lived ajar and happy, the fresh air stayed fresh for a bit, but the house got stagnant after the inhabitants were found out to be people instead of eternal mysteries, and its not as fun when everything’s definite; there should have been a mirror in the foyer, that… Read More Demystify