flight back

I’m on the flight back home.

hope

Hope abandons us in times of need.

piano

the piano lingers in hallowed halls.

reluctant arrival

the seasons will come and go. the question is whether to accept it peacefully or not accept it at all.

laughing in your face

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

home

i am a home to share with your aching pain.

purple blossoms

quiet beauty blooms closest to us.

my city

more than 16 years, i spenttreading cracked sidewalks dreams extending to the skylinesinvisible to mortal eyes small city girllying on carpets of dried grass,sticks uncomfortably in my backand the absence of stars beige and gray and greenor, rather, the absence of greenpainted with artificial and the close-knitted community(wait – i didn’t even know my neighbors’

hiraeth

dreams that don’t linger.

home in your arms

sunlight through paper thin curtainsbrushes the side of your pale facewith a golden tendril of loveas the machines beep incessantlyyour breathing the only soundin a silent world. but even the best have to fall,and the happiest have to cry,so your breaths peter out,one by one,till sunlight fades into the tendril of death,who brushes your hair