autumn noon the sun is gone and the grey holds us hostage
Tag: Singapore
relentless thoughts and premonitions come from a place of rust
some days: i delight in not knowing never understanding by just simply being
a tenderness untamed: your skin becomes the slate upon which we build worlds
the brevity of the fading light has changed something in me
dear life: such a bitter lover she is this greying and stubborn haze
little things should never be hurried: a tiny ember clings to the last thread of wig
a piece of your broken soul is saved for kindling on the first cold morning of autumn
you know it is autumn when the fires are cold to touch
soul forge: survive the hammer and remake your existence
