Thoughts under the Moon

If only we stop humanising everything


Virtually trapped

Tap tap the keypad types Im tired still its spinning my lies. Need sleep, need peace The keypad won't stop Need space, need me It swears: "Last post". And while I'm trapped Owned by my own phone The spring breeze slaps The flowers on the tree near lamp-post. And as I stay drenched In the … Continue reading Virtually trapped