Birds are the only things of magic left in this world, To transcend the shackles of men. I want to be the magic that flies above all the different ways men encase their souls…I want to be as wild flowers that in bold yellows grow over and in between defunct prison bars and crevices ofContinue reading “The Magic of Birds”
In the ensuing days… I wept at the lonely echoes of my feet on creaking wooden floors. At the morning sun and how it crept slowly like magnificent black spiders upon the blinds. And At the vast and impenetrable grey forest that held the things I still loved. And I drank tears with myContinue reading “After the Fallout”
I close the portals to my worldly desires and rest my hungry arms by my side. I tread softly upon the dank leaves coloured by Autumn in her folly; I have found peace eying the unexplored terrain of my own heart.