The smell of fresh coffee tickles my nose as I sit across of a much younger me. I smile at …
Poetry Corner
[resemantization] A sound and its own halo above me constructing new horizons of views unseen Yet I remain myself …
Nothing good ever happens after 2 AM
I’m clutching the glass of water in my hands as if it’s going to shatter if I only squeeze a …
Poem: [library science]
[library science] te scriu te citesc viața ta e o carte necunoscută ținută în lanțuri în sihăstrie o jumătate …
Play Pretend
play pretend and then i’ll see you at christmas maybe one or two times in the summer on the …