shatteranged

There’s not much to talk about today,It’s one of those timesOf idle Silence.Not awkward silence, no,But Silence.I wonder if you understandHow loud that Silence rings in my ears,How much I ...

Witching hour has come again,The clock strikes, two plus sleepless eyes see not the darkBut far beyond, to the land of larks.I see fully the fluttering wings,Like sheer gauze on ...

Black numbers on pages before me,Their meaning I could not see.I sat for hours, numb to my knees,Pencil idle in hand, searching for keys,For solutions to the slippery equation.But the ...