Trembling

a leaf trembles.

Bliss

at peace.

Hidden Sensitivities

I’ve protected and locked myself up at the same time.

January

endless cycle of living and dying.

rainy night

you are not alone, not even in the cold rainy night.

slumbering promises

her slumbering body is marred with wounds.

roses

what is beautiful also dies but is recycled for reuse in another passing fantasy.

Fate’s Hand

Where humans interfered with Fate is where the moon become a black hole shadowed with evil and consequences.

yearning

as the seasons passed, i called your name.

please

but, I guess, that’s what you’ve always wanted. to not exist in this world that has hurt you so.