I once, walking through a sidewalk,
held within my left pocket...

I was a student roaming through thoughts,
always getting lost in the alleys of people's...

Oh darling, turbulent like seas, your skin;
A violent brine that moves me off my feet...

Some say our Time on Earth is borrowed
I say it’s not...

A writer
pens a book...

The day is ready to be filled with rain
And I was born to be a ray amongst the storm...

“There’s something in the shadows
a light so dim i see...

Tonight, I'm sorrow,
Just like I will be tomorrow...

When the stars appear to lose their shine
do not forget, they are far away into the sky...

Oh sweet, delicious nectarine,
that from a tree, you fall to me...

I have missed writing... punching, punching keys
in the keyboard as if I was punching a punching...

She wanted :
to scrape...