"We cast upon you an evil spell of selves." She is magic. She is the moon. She is galactic, the stars and beyond. So how dare you deny her of that beautiful recipe of human experience? How dare you. She is beyond brave. She is the definition of power. And you devour every ounce of… Continue reading We call her mAlice
Tag: poet
Winter came early that year
And just like that you leave like the seasons when I'm just getting comfortable. You leave and our whole life drops to the ground. It smashes without a sound. There is only silence like in the middle of winter and snow is all around and it's cold. Your heart is so cold.