I was trying to write something.

Two empty glasses, a bottle of wine and a bunch of violets at the top of the table . Pouring one glass of sangria wine in front of you. Filling your glass, just like how the violin sings as our night...

We are both celestial bodies....

Ainesley opens his laptop. All you can hear is the air breathe by the aircondition. In a dusty carpet he lies, where he faces the only root of light in his dim room. It's the middle of the night and...

Thoughts in the middle of the night...

Blue desk below the ceiling fan that is still alive. Cold library, Guy in black.

Currently reading Papertowns...

I, The lone ranger of this deserted environment.

I keep on dying. Six feet, beneath the same ground.

Poetry -Thoughts - Art - Dog Lover

Poetry Thoughts Art

Poetry Thoughts Art

I crave for cold Sundays. Waking up late like 10:30 am while raining outside. Smelling the scent of petrichor along with some old hits from my lolo's vintage radio.

They woke the anemone where Nemo lives under the water. My skin started to change from pale to flesh and lastly orange. The rubbish tentacles of anemone rose from up above, tangling my body. I sudde...

HAIKU

Her glory through a glass window, Of passion and desire.

Junji Ito's Tomie as an inspiration

A mellifluous sound touches my ear every time I drowned with the ripples of water; the ripples of life. I hear her calm voice much like a sweet lullaby whenever I feel engraved.