This is where I would have begun//If it was up to me the very first time...
Scribbled, childish writing on the paper more profound than you grew to be
I take a look inside a mirror underneath my breath, I whisper "I see something decent in this mental patient because in his eyes, he looks more alive than me." I look past him, over his shoulder and assume he must be a soldier because in his wake, there's a massive quake where he... Continue Reading →
The Mountains We Make
For having such wide open eyes I sure have narrow perspective Thank you, dear friend for showing me the rest of the picture For revealing the canyon I call an insignificant fissure For taking this grain of sand And showing me a mountain
Thank You! (I’ve Reached 100 Followers!)
If you're reading this, it means I have finally reached 100 followers on WordPress! Well, actually 101... Two people (Scribbled to Paper and Charulchandak followed me at almost exactly the same time. It truly means the world to me that you all would take the time to read anything I've written, especially because I don't... Continue Reading →