January 1, 2015 § Leave a comment

One of the few gifts you gave me

Was a soft mantle made of cloud.


The colour of liars and thieves

Who never know gold when they hold it.

I had to learn to break from it

To hold gold myself.


Conversation #1

March 22, 2014 § Leave a comment

People say not to believe those who lie for you, but are not those lies a strong enough proof of fate?
We sacrifice so much to preserve you,
losing the line between life and lies.

Losing ourselves.

And we don’t even ask for much. Just that you believe us, who latch on to truth wherever we can.

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