Glitch

Shivery bonesRivery eyes or downfalls I guessSome salty taste in my mouthLicking my lips to get more of itTo taste the bitterness I believe,Blurry visionGazing through the puzzle of your soulPitch black is the lightest shade I knowSensing my ribs as I feel them stretching out,Stroking the cheeks I thought I had in front of… Continue reading Glitch

ARTSY CREATURES

Practicing speeches for the rain outside my window where the raindrops are my audience... reading second hand books and be lost in my imagination... having nothing but empty pockets... listening curiously to the heated debates of the wind waves of my hometown's blue sea... dancing passionately under the downpour with my umbrella... watching the outside… Continue reading ARTSY CREATURES

NOTEBOOKS AND JOURNALS

I can say that I've been obssessed with notebooks and journals since forever... Writing has always been my thing. Emptying my head in a piece of paper is my favourite relieve as I can feel my head and shoulders got lighter and relieved while doing so. I like keeping a journal or notebook wherever I… Continue reading NOTEBOOKS AND JOURNALS

CAREFUL WITH WHAT WE PUT IN OUR MINDS

Our brains are ought to receive zillions of content matters every single day.... Those little pointless details can shape who we are. Content comes under various forms, it could be: a movie, a poster, a picture, a video, an ad, a Tv commercial, news, a line within a show, a short video on ticktock, a… Continue reading CAREFUL WITH WHAT WE PUT IN OUR MINDS

Wet Cardigans Club II

I'm hollow like the 70's bohemians My braids are getting looser from napping for hours now I stopped checking on what day of the month it is today The only number I'm checking on is my cell phones's battery Reading my classic literature books with my sleepy eyes I see the world through my neutral-colored… Continue reading Wet Cardigans Club II

Wet cardigans club I

Getting home and getting clean Sitting calmly in a circle With my deepest thoughts Sleepless nights Sleeveless dress Awakened passion Sparkling tiny stars in my eyes A hot mud cup of tea Heavy rain Words came by easy that one night As I typed them down My complex web of fears, Dances by my window… Continue reading Wet cardigans club I