awaiting to dreama pot of wine to honour our youth, to life and death, of joy and griefAug 18, 2020Aug 18, 2020
the 7 mortal trialsI know not my heart. Like a lone flower in the wild, it frosts and blooms and withers. Battered by the shadows of emotions, I can’t grasp…Jul 12, 2020Jul 12, 2020
part of the journey is the endI’m scared of endings. The unfathomable truth that what once gave me so much joy, could just cease to be. That the permanence in its loss…May 27, 2020May 27, 2020
the wind of the daylike a sudden gust of wind, the emotion lands. on the baritone of cello strings, weaving longing through the air. it must be the thousandth…Apr 23, 2020Apr 23, 2020
