Memories twined into a simple cup of coffee.
Take in this moment A memory, now a dent in time.
Tell me to run away For terror lies underneath the tempting waves But the horizon still calls out to me And I don't want to leave.
That poor child, she was hardly eight Why'd she had to succumb to fate? So young of an age, with the world left to see, Why couldn't they have let her be?
But she was a fighter. A raging survivor. A glimmer of light she would find in the storm. Not him, not the world could ever take her down.
Gender inequality and discrimination, is rape still justified?
Tread with caution, my dear For the world out there is not as rosy as it seems.
Lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones.
The bonding between a mother and a child before she comes to life, uniquely portrayed.
Nostalgia can be sweet but can also be cold.
What is it about spring that lifts me up from the dumps, and the deep recesses of my mind and sets me free? Is it the
You brought me love, you brought me summer. You showed me life and gave it colour.