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…

September break

All songs are rooted in silence. All actions rise from stillness. The world we see and interact with is held in palms of invisible realities beyond our mind understanding. These days, everything speaks of a fore coming changes, shifts and moving across timelines and constant peaks in alignments to new Earth. When my life turned…