I am.

I am a biological sculpture drenched in sensory activities, capable of exhibiting emotions. My mind hides words and my talks become stories. I live a life of metaphors and ironies; change faces, cover my skin and masquerade. What I tread becomes my path, where I stand is my land; What I breathe is what I … Continue reading I am.

Voids.

I thought I had wings and dreamt of flight, only to realise they were hands. Could barely crawl, yet life had me running after people and things. Everything was quiet and it was too late before I found my voice. I searched for myself through the eyes of people and ways of the world; now … Continue reading Voids.