Memories
Thoughts captured in time, Desolate remains. Only written in black. Like the ashen embers of an extinguished flame. Representative – of our connection. How it burned, and faded away.
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My Voice.
Are words the silent scream, off a voice that wishes to find the courage to speak?
Read More My Voice.Redemption
I searched for you, before I knew what I was looking for.
Read More RedemptionMoments of Melancholy
In moments of melancholy, I wonder who that girl with a smile is; and how she deals with pain.
Read More Moments of MelancholyI Am Willing
To the voice of doubt in my mind: I am willing.
Read More I Am WillingA Cultural Evolution
Smitten. Recently, I’ve been bitten by the knowledge bug and I’m completely smitten with learning and reading and writing and of course my version of creating art: synthesizing ideas.
Read More A Cultural EvolutionLangauge as an Instinct
Language is an instinct but written language is not.
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