We may be apart, but I’m contaminated with you. My coolness with your warmth, my silence with your sounds, my solitude with your love and my soul with yours...


A Scarry Night

Swell the leaves, to feel thy shine, A charm that haunts, a yearning mind. I wish to speak, not out of turn, 'tis only with concern for thee, I burn My queen emerges. Complete. No clouds. Art thou not cold, without thy shrouds?

The Phoenix

Suffer every scrap of anguish, every shred of sorrow, every thread of misery life sows through your flesh and ripples through your mind. Receive them graciously. Allow them to mould and shape you. For in their resistance comes a coarsening made brittle with the passing of time.

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