Monthly Archives: December 2016

Many times my mind is fancy at you. At thousand times I have quietly entertained scripted daydreams and visual reverie of you and I in a fantasy that can never end. And here I am looking at the horizon, waiting … Continue reading →

Toiling stops for two weeks. But the cars are still on the road. But the earth still rotates. But the mouth still talks. Hours are hours and not minutes. But days and nights still go. But food and water are … Continue reading →

we are the old trees in the field of the ancient world. beauty rests on the soil of green leaves and the brown thorns are painful.   2016

Shelter is your warm embrace. You do not own myself but I do. Empty is the river I used to swim. You do not scare me but I am afraid. Rain are your tears, they are real. You do not … Continue reading →

Me, I am in the turn of the hours, and the hours are drifting too fast, leaving me here like a nobody but me, the only one who sees many things from the inside and the outside looks like it … Continue reading →

I jump into the vast blue. The underneath reveals a rare beauty that eyes have not seen before. Yet, I now behold what is new and there are other oddities that I can find somewhere while you live a life … Continue reading →

A day like this is a potential time to pick all the scattered good pieces and throw away the old vibes that linger, that disturb. A day like this is contentment and rest, a time to keep the soul at … Continue reading →

Yes, I know that you still don’t know where I am, and it won’t matter to us anymore, rather we both have many things to forget but we can’t when all the walls surrounding us talk about the memories we … Continue reading →

here we are in the so-called a transformation of the now being, the present whereabouts of our lost selves, being found at the middle of confusion, of chaos, of rejection, of intimidation. here we are leaving, and when we are … Continue reading →

Exactly what is there is a thorn deeply rooted, deeply buried. Of endless secrets, of endless histories, when the minds of the faithful are fed by the wrong information, when the hands toil for the wrong master, when the fire … Continue reading →