More than branches in a tree, less than droplets in the sea.
I'm trapped, cornered by rhymes.
They won't let me go until I write the lines.
This is why you, yes you, stranger.
This is why you find me here, and can read my lines sometimes sinister.
|Journal (Personal)||2019-06-27||The clock is ticking, I'm losing my sanity|
|Poetry||2019-06-27||The stars have abandonned us|
|Short Story (Horror)||2019-06-27||Unknown visited me|
|Poetry (Reflective)||2019-06-27||In the end night continues and Nature is Queen|
|Poetry (Personal)||2019-07-01||Winter night sky of a black ink|
|Short Story||2019-07-21||Never forever|
|Journal||2019-09-05||Humans and their weirdness|