Posts Tagged: Truth
Tickling. These are not tears, Just tickling in my stomach, Or moths in my heart, Or whatever. But not tears. They look like water drops, And taste salty as they drip, Across my cheeks and lips But these ain’t tears.
The desert is the same everywhere. In Africa you find the same sand grains and wind and the sky, which one can find in Asia. In fact, it’s all one big system. The wind that started in the Pacific may
This isn’t a phenomenon To be without Any wind, Or water, Or fire. It’s been a while Since I have been Museless, With none to write songs about, With none to move through my couplets, Just a blank space Filled
I lost them one by one. And I lost them again and again. Just like the earth getting wet By the falling drops of summer rain. And they fell from some corner in the sky That turned murky red before