• 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.

  • 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 was sure to remain unnoticed. For all…

  • light/creation


    And I am here in a beautiful place laying down these words like breadcrumbs for you, and it's alright for me, isn't it? Because I am in a beautiful place. And maybe you are not, so the words become distorted…

art of trauma