Prickling Quotes


Hanging on the closed doors of possibilities was a letter of love - Unspoken, Unspeakable, and Unread.

Looking for The Long-Gone Me


In the eyes of blur paths, I see every day;In the midst of you-me, I feel every day;the core of us –dusted, soiled and tanned.We both agreed upon the lights,I see the darkness every day. I wake up in nights and search for it;the clean flesh, the shining bones,and an unaltered soul;when they all seem… Continue reading Looking for The Long-Gone Me