The body is a flower, sensitive at times and course at others. After the rain, leaves are replete with water from their veins and at others they… Read more “Ghost Orchid”
This love is like dust on the leaves swirling slowly until finally settling into its final remarks.
It’s in the leaves of the dormilonas, that concept of sensitivity, that we try to skirt so as not to touch and disturb the peace of the… Read more “Sensitivity”
Say that you love, but don’t forget to leave Only to return later when the foundation has already burned down. Be ruthless in your destruction of Leaves… Read more “Reversed”
It is in the last falling drop of rain that I remember the reasons between transitions. The last few molecules are the ones that mix between the… Read more “Morning Reverie”