it was just one of those nights in london, in the hidden streets where secrets lie. In the nook of a corner, at one special time of the night, a bar appeared. it wasnt talked about, wasnt even mentioned. nobody knows about it, it only exists in the depths of magic.

the resturant buzzed with ooze, life sneaking into each and every corner. making it feel infitnite and full of possibilites. dim cand...

what superpower would you want?

a question asked foolishly in kindergarden

what would you do with eternal money?

the ease we were helplessy filled with

some said invisibility, to fly, to teleport

yet now all we can dream of is escaping our fort

away from a prison where we live stuck

our minds trapped within a concept of luck

where the winners of the show are a fictional idea

waking up and hoping t...

I have spent years trapped inside my body, echoing my loneliness and shouting words back and forwards in my head, like a demon possessed. Like i am doing irght now. the rain is sputtering down and slipping into gutters, flooding our streets, refreshing the forests colors as i am making my way through each hidden nook and branch in here. They dip and wave, welcoming me further and further into the ...

(This is my story, maybe someone will find solace in this, if you’ve experienced the same.)

you can use it for character development, pretend it makes you matter in this timeline. you can think of it as a turning point, you can blame on it for all bad that happened. you can frame yourself as a victim of your own story. but it never leaves you. maybe it was your fault. maybe you liked being notic...

«look at you, calling me spineless behind my back,» i breathe in and out as i stare at the mirror reflecting me. it never displayed anything i liked, never showed me enough, was never enough for it. there were times the mirror showed me hard facts, like when my bones started to poke out, or the light that went out in my eyes, darkness suffocating it, questioning who the creature i looked back at w...

i walked upon dozens of roses

red as the blood that parted moses

the path was sprinkled with beauty and wonder

each rose winked at me as i came upon its shoulder

they smiled at me and wished me good luck

hoped my travels back to earth wouldnt suck

i had come here as a sharp thorn

wishing these heavens and gods my born

but little by little each rose lit up

pormising a better life as id reach a new...

it is then

as the night rolls around

the shadows welcome it home

behind each lurking corner

each misty fog hiding moonlight

each darkened path and tree

each light that goes out

it is then

that it all falls down on me

the show, for the spectators

the mask for an audience

it is then

that i no longer try to ride the waves

as a surfer being watched

but that the water becomes itself

a liquid form of l...

i have never thought much about what home means, how it feels. mostly, ive never thought about how it would be to not feel it, like an anchor in my body always drawing me to my sea, letting me sway and drift amongst its waves and tempratures. letting the water drown out all thoughts of depsair, but accompying me and guiding me back to my core. the core of me which has always been uncertain, linger...

I have been locked up for 502 days. today is the first day i get to see the world after it shut us down. before this all started and they locked us up to perfect us, make us a member of the society they wanted to change, i was just an ordianry girl living underneath trailers in here. the life around us was like an empty desert, buildings collapsed, lives lost, a world ruined. and we werent allowed...

my life is a graveyard of buried hopes

this saying comes to mind as im laying in these depths

i cant figure out a way to pull me out and away

escaping doesnt seem possible, leaving too

because i am it, i live it each day

and sometimes i like deep water, i fight to stay here

i can never just float, although the views are maybe better

i cant because floating would be loosing the battle

i dont know ...