Daffodils bend down to the ground Like they’re trying to understand Something they have found. Why are there no other flowers around these crowded streets? These static-filled days Spinning us inside a Gothic maze Of passive aggression, Sick obsessions, So much love without confession. Caffeinated personalities living a dark reality Of expensive dreams, … More What are We doing?
False words are the building blocks for our walls. I feel your lies and hear your truths Because the world we once knew screams in the halls Of our unwanted desires and dreams, And the skeleton of our past life tugs at the seams of The new world we crave to breathe. We’re stranded … More A Fortress for Truth