day 30/30 of #NaPoWriMo

i will not write a goodbye poem. this is not the end, no. this is not denial, either. i always thought poetry came so easy to those that were in touch with their emotions already. i thought it was not for someone who was unable even to ask for help, make sense of the world, …

Maps. (NaPoWriMo day #29)

freedom is awful. it's as if your life were a piece of paper to draw on, and you were given only a broken crayon to fill it in with. you were taught to read maps, in your life, at the very start, but never before to actually make one. now, you have no other option. …

dreams. (NaPoWriMo #25)

they say your dreams help break out the prisoners your mind struggles to cage i remember few dreams of mine that escaped my unconscious grasp unhinged, disengaged. i've always found it to be quite strange that i've never fallen asleep in my dreams and that all of them feel eerily like a silent movie with …