This night isn’t different from the other nights, where dreams are where we travel to various sites. We fly without the wings, where we’re accepted and understood as equal human beings. However, there come times, where these dreams to others are like crimes. Wrong and unreliable, where the human standards are indiscernible. These days are […]Read More 72. You probably should chase the shooting stars.
This has been the last call, before towards the wrong, you fall. There’s no room for thickened walls, you aren’t a mechanical doll. The thorns of the rose prick you, and your flesh starts to bleed too. You insist only healing will do, but it’s not because hurts are thrown to the crew. You search […]Read More 48. If you accept, then it will be fine.
I fall slowly towards my bed, there’s water and it’s not tears I’ve shed. I’m not drowning instead floating, As I open my eyes, the sky’s shining. I’m not inside my room, I don’t feel being in doom. So slowly rose up, walking at the water, yes at the top. I’m at a lake that’s serene, […]Read More 45. In this dream, I had wings.
Many times you give up, with stress you just want to stop. But if you think with the negatives, there’s no entrance for the positives. You think about your prayers, and ask for some definite answers. These aren’t given on a haste, and not a matter of copy and paste. The year after is now […]Read More 36. It’s a ticket from faith.
The high notes hit off, and we still hear some scoff. Even with a longer run, there’s still hate that’s done. As you walk on a pedestal, and you come back and still fall. Your curiosity whispers, you wait a little longer. There’s patience wearing thin, my anger’s not seen. But I can’t see your […]Read More 31. It’s the last wish.