[this a poem featured in my collection, Lost and Found.]
a poem about depression. does it ever fade or will it ever get better? the blue of the sky and the blue of the river and the blue i feel aren’t the same in shade, but maybe one day i will find it a little easier. to live. to exist. without feeling these pangs ofContinue reading “Blue’s Blues”
if anyone had told me last year that i would be studying English Literature at one of the prettiest campuses in London, i wouldn’t have believed them.
“it’s the night-bloomers that shine so brightly against the backdrop of black and swaths of mystique. wound with layers of sensuality and dark passions, it’s the ones who tempt the boundaries of blasphemy in exchange of one pure, unadulterated breath, that stain the earth with desolation and broken olive branches.”