Unwritten Stories

there is a lot to be writtenbut my stories fall short of wordshappiness. sadness.success. failures.all of it.the nerves in my skinbleed the poetry and rhymes insideswallowing up all the love dugbeneath the abyss.abyss of my neuron world.these daysthe gentle breeze afloats touching my skinand carries along the myriad wishesemanating inside my heart.the wishes. praying for… Continue reading Unwritten Stories