There was a chemistry between us.

You rightfully worry that you will be left by your partner.

The Mix of the Minerals in the Body of the Earth is this.

Someone of another time who hangs around a tower waiting for a chance to live once more.

Frustrations of being without a phone.

A poem about being a true friend.

Ssshhhsss, cui cui cui, quak quak, hiss, whoooosh, zZZzzz, hahaha.

Every office workers day dream.

The answer to this question actually lies in the power of faith, in the power of self belief, and in the fact that our senses are so very preoccupied with the material fallacies, that we are unable to see the real thing hidden beneath.

When it’s ringing, I want it to stop. But if it does, I’m ready to scream.