I am seeking you in my every meet
It is not on purpose
You have become my referee
Your voice’s inflection Your heart’s intention
Will he smell like you Will he feel like you
I am looking for your colour I am seeking your valor … More I am seeking you in my every meet
A sweet autumnal breeze blows into my nights.
As in my days.
I close my windows. I shut my shutters.
I can hear the silence. … More The whisper of the world
My heart is an empty land
Like a wounded soil after wildfires
Black dry barren
With no hope nor future … More Aftermath
I sought inside
For what went wrong
I looked into every layer of my skin
I searched through every version of myself … More The dig
I survey myself from all angles, from every wound. I seek the vice, I dig for the fail. I wish I could wash my every gap, my every remnant, still messing with my soul. I wish I could fill my every flaw, my every breach, still hosting my tears.
I wish I could flee from my every thought, from my every nightmare, still leaking my mess. … More Ephemeris
She suddenly stops
Folds inside
Looks into her soul
Into her feel
Because Life
The world
Her body
Her thoughts
Make her feel … More Reflection
All my life I have felt like a fizzy tablet in a world which felt like an outbursting waterfall.
The question was not was I going to dissolve but when and how many times.
I am sure I have dissolved every other time. But the thought of it, the fear of it, was stronger and it felt like it.
I was so scared I restrained. I was so scared my skin had become a leather thick as an elephant. … More Dissolving Waters
The break up’s longing. The need of saying. Of telling what has been lived. Felt. It doesn’t exist in the relationship. Or so differently. Or so briefly. The heart feels ready to explode every minute. So you kiss. So you embrace. And a few words sometimes fall. … More The unspoken
It can be a word It can be a phrase
I can be a voice It can be a void
And the moment burns into flame
Silent and untouchable
Secret and desirable … More Lovers’ silence
It was a not a big departure. I didn’t go to the other end of the world. To the other end of my country at the most. Yet, I have used every possible mean of transport during this travel. The one that didn’t look like any other I have experienced. The one that contained every one of them I have been through.
It was not a big departure. But it might have been the most beautiful of all? Full of all my previous journey’s melancholy, full of all my unknown promises. … More A soul wave
