Music&Poetry

Once in August

No cake, this time, for us. A broken fifth sounds hollow, but right; My company this sedative night - A cold bright beam, gives off no musk. Perhaps the climate is to blame, (surely, feelings can't be lame) Or else, the stars. You know - they fall in heaps these days And no one ever… Continue reading Once in August

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Open Talks

Cupping Time

Years ago, growing up and doing a lot of reading, I would often get bored with long monologues .Today I'm ashamed of the fact that not having the heart to skip them, I used to skim over them, which I found to be a more conscience-friendly way of helping them out that other ear. Things… Continue reading Cupping Time