Fallen 

​I am tired just to be heard as words, These nostalgic mushrooms, Are real, The thorns left in my heart, are real, I can’t show my human pain, There is no word Invented to express What your love does to my heart. So I write about my origin, The ancient woman Behind the space, Her…

If I am a fallen angel?

I see in eyes of my mind The illusion of my wanting, Desire to flow in the different river Of time. Arrive anywhere except here. A faster version of life to sail away from this lonely Island, from my suffocated heart. Only the ocean knows, The secrets beneath my calm Stone by stone, The destiny…