and you do not wonder what is a woman and why is this phenomena still here
Tag: mind
to stay
the poison you drink each day by day turns into your bones your face your eyes your hair the one you keep wrapped in glory by the story you tell yourself day by day for the poison you drink to stay
Rain
a desert waits for a drop of pain that you forsake
Misfits
Most people can relate to the feeling that they are trying to fit into a world. So I liked the idea that rather than us, the world we are trying to fit into is what’s out of its place.
Archetype
This poem is about the prostitute archetype present and active in all of us. How it compels us to search for our worth. How we don’t ever want to be not enough. How we want to please others.
Aleph
it’s in your eyes
Saints
yet we shackle ourselves
