How come I don’t hear a word when the door hasn’t been shut yet? How come I feel the rain fall when the sun is shining brightly?… Read more “The Silence”
Home — It’s where the heart is, they say. But where exactly can you find it? Shelter Despite the ceiling being only inches away from my bed… Read more “Home”
Dry. The summer has left everything dry. The road is filled with dead, falling leaves. Promises broken, hearts torn apart, memories tarnished, hope underwhelmed, skies empty with… Read more “A Month of Rain”
When there’s no more pain left to feel, you naturally go back to yourself.
Sunday. It was raining that night when you let me into your life and I gave you the moon and a star. It was raining that night… Read more “Umbrella”