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. ...

i live in Augusta, im a bookworm and an introvert, a dreamer and a make believer, perpetually confused and abruptly honest. its probably obvious, but ...

where i don't want to be    is happiness a thought or feeling? or does it fall like snow and eventually cover everything?

"Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness"

UK    To abandon oneself to principles is really to die - and to die for an impossible love which is the contrary of love.

“The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.” - Samuel ...

Cambridge    facebook.com/timknightpoetry coffeeshoppoems.com

New York, New York    Doctoral candidate at Columbia University