I once bought a painting from a street artist Of stone pillars that stand in a circle. Under the azure sky, I sensed stardust Though these columns are far from being marble In the heartland of dewed grass, the fragments Of such cold, speckled guardians endured Time's torment to stay ever so stagnant. The fine,… Continue reading Secrets


When the streets belonged to us

The asphalt accelerated underneath our heels, yet the friction could not slow us down. Each jump reached higher towards the sky, and gravity ceased to control us. Tell me why we felt so invincible? I'll tell you why baby, we knew nothing about the world. In our ignorant bliss, the streets belonged to us. Overtook… Continue reading When the streets belonged to us