They’re endless my problems, like a set of matryoshka dolls. I keep complaining in my head, but this is the life I chose, this is exactly what you get when … Continue reading What’s life without problems?
A broad smile is plastered across my ebony face, but I know deep down I’m not okay. Lately I feel like I’m struggling to see the light, like my bags … Continue reading Dark clouds
while you were sleeping, the birds returned home and fed their young. while you were sleeping, the rain poured down, she gave the earth drink. while you were sleeping, the … Continue reading While you slept