Surfacing upon daybreak you let go of yesterday’s fears and try again afraid, Reliving the symptoms of society’s ills, you make do with performance anxiety and try by all means to live out of courage, But mama never told you courage comes expensive, How do you make do with no money in the bank, Hand… Read More PAPER


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