It was his only chance He rushed towards the door Impulse was his weakness Thus he tripped onto the floor Knowing who was knocking He wanted to make an impression Little did he realise he was bound By a wheelchair and a confession He picked himself up to get the door To her surprise, this … Continue reading Impulse Was His Weakness (Collaboration)
Have you ever seen her write? Have you ever just sat, and watched her surrender as the paper devoured her soul, as the pen carved into the unmarked linings of reproduced trees? I have. I’ve seen her write. I’ve fallen asleep to the image of her etching patches of her soul into her diary. I’ve … Continue reading Have You Seen Her Write?