Her Favourite Dream

Her lips trembled, and her eyes burned as she tried to keep her tears at bay. She felt, maybe she could save herself some water that way. I asked if she wanted to lie down, she said, "I don't want to fill the little space left in my town." She'd rather grow a plant there, … Continue reading Her Favourite Dream

Irony is… People nowadays don’t understand simple straight sentences but twisted poetries..

Don't just listen to me. If you say you love me And that I am your paramount pigeon, then don't just listen to me when I say that the coffee doesn't keep me awake anymore; that the books don't give me an escape anymore; that the clouds don’t make funny shapes anymore; that the tree … Continue reading Irony is… People nowadays don’t understand simple straight sentences but twisted poetries..