Frontier
It is already late, but the night is still young, But my mind can’t go on, already high-strung, When the words begin to find the dawn, the day, I know that tonight, sleep has found its way. The morning brings
Multitude
Pushing my bag underneath, I climbed onto my berth, Crawling slowly, I dusted it for what it was worth, Stretching my legs, I turned around to have a look, Nothing out of the ordinary, so I got back to the
Undesire
Come to me not, as the cascading waterfall, Whose beauty lies, only in its own downfall, Whose bubbles only froth, when its heart is filed, Whose very purity, is always questioned and distilled. Come to me not, as the charming
Iscariot
One by one they emerge, slowly walking out, Stopping and asking each other, the way about, Though they all profess to have one common mind, Consensus is something humanity may never find. Only yesterday, it seemed we walked a common
Broken Pencil
Fresh from nowhere, it came, baggage in hand, All I could do was gape, just letting it stand, Though invited, yet so unwelcome, it would never understand, While every passing second was encroaching upon its land. It looked me in