clouds

clouds and sun.

Yearning

I hold myself tightly… but I also wish for someone to break down these walls.

Soul

It’s you.

wholesome

It’s beautiful.

With You

With you, I can ignore their whispers.

colors of the season

the colors of the season becomes nothing but a gallery of time’s woes and triumphs.

whatever

today, i’m like whatever to the skies and the lives and the deaths and the cries.

happy day

happy is today.

laughing in your face

laughing in your face because this is madness at its purest form.

hope

i think about your once-smiling face, and hope you are finally Happy now, at a different place.