Rings of Smoke

Where shall the word be found, where will the word | Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence

one perfect something

You are around chasing things that disappear You can’t get enough cuz you want it all When you thought you were ok you opened up your eyes When you thought you had it all that’s when you lost it If you want to hold onto everything you will fall : One Perfect Something (Linkin Park)

morning

At seven in the morning, At last, I decide to go out for tea, Walking alone, in the chill, Breathing in the morning, in small gulps. Stray dogs, and early morning trash,

writers’ block?

there is just no enthu…its all just shimmering blue. i wish life would end right here,right now, while i am ahead of the game…there is not even any steam to let out now…no frustration…its just like spent soda…

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