Month: February 2019



Originally posted on My Ink Stained Fingertips:
I often walked the streets in the late afternoon, when the sunlight becomes golden and the shadows reach for me. There was one street in particular that I frequented.  Behind the shops, branched off from the normal bustle of that city, I would walk until I came across…


Tea Time

Temptation threaded  though thick teeth  to tightened tastebuds, tinkering the thoughtless thoroughbred’s temperament. Though taut tides troll the turning tables, truthful theorems tolerate the tantrum. Trusting tunes tarry, tapped to tender thinking.



“But, you seem normal. I mean, you don’t act autistic.” I wish I had An ounce of self esteem For every time I’ve heard this. I would be: Unafraid. Unashamed. Uncovered. Unbroken. Your compliments hurt. Please stop. So I can stop pretending.