Hour – 21 Love is a tender feeling It falls like falling drops, very light on my mind, the bubbles formed in the water come in my like a fantasy then go away just like the clouds of monsoon get wet and yearn for now,…

spaghetti, high-waisted denim, and messy hair! taking the back route to escape old realities, we end up bustling through the skyscrapers.   two bottles down and carefree howls, feet dangling off the railing whilst smoking a cigarette. the almond-colored sky is blurry, atleast the black…

“Come in, she said I’ll give ya shelter from the storm..” – Bob Dylan I have never had much use for umbrellas keeping rain at bay as antithetical to a poet as sunscreen to a snowman I need no portable canopy except for thoughts let…

Here will mark my end for I cannot keep going my feet are far too weary and my bones feel worn I cannot continue on for I have failed my quest and my journey is meaningless it is here that my resolve fails To continue…

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