his confessions.. #1

Dear Readers I originally made this blog for times like these; drunk, all alone, in my room with Sixteen Stone playing loud in the speakers while I am working on an outlet for all the unsaid words of mine that never got heard and the lost cities in me that never tried to be found. … Continue reading his confessions.. #1


In Search of a Storm

She was there so was I, the moments did fly by Into the moonshine, with the breeze of the night. ‘like a long forgotten mountain song.’ ‘ ‘What is?’ ‘The sound of the wind blowing through the trees’ ‘Psithurism’ she said. She had a word, a name for everything.. I just had a handful of … Continue reading In Search of a Storm