Whenever Ink is Needed
Sound sister. Because music saves.

Sound sister. Because music saves.

Staying afloat. Overtime tunes.

Signal fire.

Signal fire.

11.

oftentimes you’re the wind
and the still silence, it brings
this warm feeling
in my heart

that sings to me 

everything will be okay.
I trust the breeze
with all I have
to take me 

despite my weight;
a burden for the clouds. 

Gust 

Gust 

Ruminations by the sea.

10.

I open my scars up
to the possibilty
of fresher wounds

not out of stubborness
for pain
or the sentiments
it can carry.

I learned my lesson
to wear my shoes
while walking on
a glass field that
breaks with a tear

and God knows how
much I have cried
for death
and the Devil knows
how much I have wished
for life

though this is not
an instance of weakness
but rather

a means of repainting
myself free of regret

and remembering to live
between days

as if I am the light itself
switching from sun
to star and moon to earth.

Call it magic, call it true.
Call it magic, when I’m with you.

Playfulness of colour and leading lines. 

Playfulness of colour and leading lines.