19/F    sweet like cinnamon ᥫ᭡

20/F/London    Such a society we live in, we are swimming in an ocean of knowledge, and drowning in a lake of ignorance. Artist, and writer.

In the dark woods.    This is the blood I give so the moon will have something to shine on. All rights reserved.

25/F    ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness.

19    night poetry

A poem is like a tickle, it gives both joy and pain: with blissful tears and tearful giggles, you'll read that poem again. A poem ...