• poetry

    Breathing Water

    Still, skipping through the watersof my subconsciouslike a stone.The pain intensifiesas does the ecstasy,and I am drowning-and I am breathingfor the first time.Pray, wake me from thisbeautiful nightmare.Please, leave me to dream.

  • light/creation


    I journeyed deep into the forgotten parts. Deep into the nightmare. It felt like choking on memories. It felt like I didn’t know which way was up anymore, so I just let it…

  • poetry

    unknown gods

    I cried for her. For all those years she hid herselfamongst the whispersand the cobwebsin the dark atticof myimagination. For all those times she tried so hard to shine her lightin every placeit…

art of trauma