My mind is a universe of its own and I'm going to tell you all about it's stories
“Have you drank water?” The one question your mother, father or anyone who cared, seem to resound in your ears as sleep took its vacation from your eyes , or after a delicious meal, or even after a complaint of a slight tummy upset. It was the one answer to any physical turmoil that upset you. Ironic how the answer is a question, yes? It baffles me to, haha!
By Damiana day ago in Writers
There's a thin line between wanting solidification in life and fulfilling your destiny. Confused? Haha, relax! Let me spread it out.
By Damianabout a month ago in Poets
Your cry gave a loud call, Impossible to resist. Burdened with the curiosity of it, I raced to your roar. Why? Why did I?
By Damian3 months ago in Poets
Perfectionist, the title given, To the pretense of a distinct man. What, why or who could he be? Questions he asked himself in the dead of dark.
The night is young, And artistry lies in the dark. The perfection I can taste, Far away from my tedious arc. Yet to be begin, I stood pondering on rainy a night.
Time, a cardinal piece of life, she wrapped herself in, To escape the realities of what could have been. A sombre death maybe, a numb filled one, she ought to herself,
