Novedades

The words floating in the sky are for the readers eye, pages burning bright, glowing in the sun and moonlight for anytime day or night, flowers grew from the concrete spelling the author’s name with delight, the plight hasn’t just begun, but I’ve learned not to run, while creating this one I stayed to fight

Consistently, yep that’s me, it’s hard when your mind isn’t free, sometimes making the day feel long and thoughts begin to stray

When someone like me meets Ai and it tells a lie, I treat it like a real person and want to know why, but when it didn't understand all I could do was cry, the noise in my mind was high, so I took a deep breath in, then let out a sigh, after closing the screen and saying good-bye.

A flower that bloomed at the beginning of spring now feels lost, enveloped in an emptiness of colors. "Where have all my colors gone? Where are the other flowers that kept this garden lush throughout the season?" The colors trickle down the hillside, along with the fruitless efforts we engage in, fighting battles that aren't our own, alongside those who wouldn't mind seeing us succumb—they might even contribute to it. "The spring is dark without your colors" is a poetic journey in search of everything lost along the way, but which still belongs to you and calls you by name every time it ...