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 dabble in black and white and end up somewhere interesting watching a grey moon throb against confining sky.

18 and in love, but still awfully sad sometimes

from the top of the world    How are words born, how do words die? All I know - they do die a death so sad. Or maybe not. Death is not ...

F    I may be young but who are you to say how capable this existence of time makes me?