Hidden love.

At my desk on the edge of twilight, I searched for words to write for you. Something resplendent like they were forged in dying stars, warping our realities, those words. Where have they gone? Nevertheless, I grasp a few, piece them together for you; my thoughts, my love and my time, my love. Under the … Continue reading Hidden love.

A Short letter.

I’ve written about you. What I write are lies but trust me when I tell you; when you’re home, in the darkness, the shadows desert you, the wind carries whispers and the sky ain’t always blue. Would you miss me then? When I don’t have a name anymore, when my body doesn’t walk around, when … Continue reading A Short letter.