One Starry Night

I've always loved words and the way they roll out of our mouths, like coils of gold, or flaming metal. I believe that it's always up to us to choose. And sometimes we just can't figure out what to say, we spend years trying to find the perfect timing, the right words. Sometimes we find them, sometimes we don't. But...

The Poet Who No Longer Writes

There was once a girl who wrote obsessively, Painting strokes of words on paper, Using her palette of emotions. But somehow, one cruel night, Everything she had to say turned to dust. And she turned to emptiness, to silence. Maybe you could say that Grief and regret filled her up so much, Until there was no space left...