34/F/Singapore Too much of an escapist. In poetry and old photographs. Unconditional love and compassion. Just passing through life. Soul searching. Intuitive. Smiling. 10 followers / 379 words
it’s after midnight an old flame flickers alive i try to blow it out but it clings to the dark again, i try again, it stays is there no end to this? the flame burns on while i burn away inside
As you lay next to your lover I can’t help but to wonder Am I in your dream, do I occur? Or are you unable to remember, Shoving our memories in the gutter?