I’m Allergic to People
Sometimes when I explore these things in my mind I feel like I'm torturing myself 'coz I couldn't care less.
All these years I have been a brain of many thoughts.
Like That Light Morning
There's not much of that,
now, out here,
where every form of solitude is flawed,
Faithless.
Uncommonly Nobodies
Our love was strong enough, But we decided not to fight for it; When it was leaving, We only held it loose, When it had left, We just let it go — Like we never had anything in common, Nothing…
Detach
I stand in the middle of a field Endless tall greens surround me I feel the cool chill of the wind brush on my face I close my eyes and hear the leaves whisper I have no clue where to…