And so it came to an end
Tired eyes closed, images imprinted
On the imagination of a child
Spoken word made into a film
That danced into dreams
Endlessly they flicker and weave
Replaying every sound, every breath
Every falter in the confidence
Warmth. Then the
Shadow on the bed disappears
Light fades away, the crack
of hope shutting with a whimper.
Silence.
And then come the nightmares.
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Letters from Younger Me
PoésieA selection of poems and lyrics written as I journeyed through my teenage years. Some I am still proud of today, others aren't as amazing. All of them are a truth that I felt at a younger age. The cover is a self-portrait painting I did when I was...
