We are only but a moment.
from messy words grafted from wandering feelings. thanks to poetry for giving it a chance of expression.
Under the lampshade, she wrote about something she hardly knew about. Something that she is oblivious about. She stopped for a while and realized she was taking a new path of self-discovery, at the same time forgiving herself for yesterday’s guilt and worn-out fantasies she made. Yet now, she is writing about different things. She…
when i was young, i thought that the moon had been stalking me since there has never been a night it was not following me. I thought it was so small i can keep it in my small pocket, and you know, that kind that you can have an instant baseball game because of the…
you are deep. that is why maybe i am drawn to you. it’s not that because i know how to swim, but because i know there is beauty in the depths. you are mysterious. that is why maybe i love mysteries, not because i am a good detective, but because there is beauty in lost…
I don’t know who’s to blame to what I feel if I only knew you came along pretty pixelated on the reel.