24/M/South Africa
Writer | This is ancestral, past-life reading; this is meditation & prayer; this is future telling. always becoming. The undying soul in a decaying case. …
Chicago
For we are many; the voices inside this human's head, whispering little fragments of truth until he gets over-full and spits them out as clumsy …
Kingston
I love writing poetry, I love little streams and moonlight seen through trees, I'll make my way across the already fading rainbow, Join me? Dementia …
27/F/Texas
Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. …