bitterness, stirred foam, centrifuged, winding line, of a storm twisting my life, in parallel, I separate it, of my future, who I know will…

Inspire the Winds of Your Flowing Soul —

I believed in the faraway oasis you offered me I suffered from the attendance of your absence I failed to think, blinded by the comfort of…

floating like an unextracted pina refusing to become a colada

the art of going through various traumas, retracing the sketches of our life in Colorama, as we wish it to be

the world’s first attempt in a peaceful unity born of humankind’s  worst tragic fears

Luna, when you are out strutting at night,  your brightness overshadows any stars, exhibiting the world’s loveliness