Lost conversations Tight-lipped secrects That pushed bottomless pit Filled and whole Gone now Like wisps of transparent air From something to Nothing No proofs No records Lost treasured chest. ~S.H.~
Category: Writings
The magnitude of my thoughts Quadrapled when I’m Covered in soft, cotton candy Sheets and feet Covered with comfy clouds. When my skin feels hot In cold winds And…
10, 000 different colours Were presented to us, Of things that sparkled And shined. Beautiful. Delicious. Tempting. Tantalizing. 10, 000 multitudes of wants. Of physicality. Of owning something.…
Will it help? If I extend my hand And ease your bruises Will it heal? If I trade my happiness With your blues, Will you feel better? If I can…
I bet you are flying high With a beaming smile. While I try to cast the shadows away. When I fall asleep at night. Un oiseau noir, Parti Pour…
Overgrown thorns And vanished bright-lit…. It went dark. It went down. All things erased Time raced so fast…. It was a blur. It was their chance. Questions flocked Through this…
He said to me one night: Sail with me into the starlit skies, And in this ship, only beautiful thoughts Come alive and pay no heed to the thoughts of…
So here’s what I’ve written in the past not long ago (2013). It’s unedited so pardon for the grammar! Will post more ancient works! Sincerely, S.H.
The world believes what it wants to believe. I wonder if they ever want to know the truth. It is not too late.