Creative
For My Mother
Stitched Into Conformity
When You Die
For My Mother
Sometimes I think I’m okay, but when the tide turns I realise that everything is gone. The once strong, beautiful …
Stitched Into Conformity
You skim past traffic lights, unshaken by car crashes, Ride countless roller coasters, seeking any sensation. You wait for the …
Prometheus
Our being is a harlequin, Shackled to Caucasus. It matters not time nor era, The mountain’s peak, our eternal …