never is a promiseBy: Kyra i don’t know what to believe, or who for that matter. time passes like a solar eclipse and i’m frozen here …
Kyra
it’s complicated
early-july there’s an organ,full and begging, it bellows.you can’t hear it, or you can,but choose not to. so all i hear is static, whirring, thumping. tell …
The Ghost of You
When was it…? When did it all start to go south? My mind replays the first hysteric episode I had in our bedroom, arms clasped …
palpable
take me home. to the one i had all my firsts, the cocoon of nostalgia that cradles the remnants of my earliest years. colourful murals …
Sometimes I Think
Selling Dreams Leya In my dreams, I am still a little girl, Yearning to be pretty one day, Hoping that my sepet eyes might just …