My mind is a universe of its own and I'm going to tell you all about it's stories
“Decisions are the currency of life”- the one phrase my father would begin with, whenever it was time for a stern lecture.
By Damian2 years ago in Longevity
Do you remember our last encounter? Where I brought hope to loneliness Death to curiosity, excitement to despair, In the voyage of love’s quest?
By Damian2 years ago in Poets
“Have you drank water?” The one question your mother, father or anyone who cared, seem to resound in your ears as sleep took its vacation from your eyes , or after a delicious meal, or even after a complaint of a slight tummy upset. It was the one answer to any physical turmoil that upset you. Ironic how the answer is a question, yes? It baffles me to, haha!
By Damian2 years ago in Writers
There's a thin line between wanting solidification in life and fulfilling your destiny. Confused? Haha, relax! Let me spread it out.
Your cry gave a loud call, Impossible to resist. Burdened with the curiosity of it, I raced to your roar. Why? Why did I?
Perfectionist, the title given, To the pretense of a distinct man. What, why or who could he be? Questions he asked himself in the dead of dark.
The night is young, And artistry lies in the dark. The perfection I can taste, Far away from my tedious arc. Yet to be begin, I stood pondering on rainy a night.
Time, a cardinal piece of life, she wrapped herself in, To escape the realities of what could have been. A sombre death maybe, a numb filled one, she ought to herself,
