Strings

I want to fly freely in your sky; but I am chained down by my own mind.   We do walk on thin lines, we are joined by thin lines. We say things out loud that are not meant to be spoken, we listen to things that are not meant to be heard. At times…

A choice

Is it ‘the truth‘ or one of your fantasies? The words just escaped your mind, hovering over your landscape of judgment. Would you be able to land them on thin air? Can they come out freely encompassing the silence of pleasure or will they be subdued under the shiver of shame? How long have you…

The black butterfly-Excerpt

The butterfly, once again, mystified by the actors of the night; awaiting the sun to put a shadow on their perpetual fights. Source: The black butterfly