Scattered

When you are high on the sleepless nights, drunk with the tears in your eyes but everyone around you needs more than that, to escape into their haven or hell, while you sit and strum your ukulele aimlessly and your head draws a blank as silent as a grave and as maddeningly loud as a…

The glass wall

There he wasHe stood across the glass wallWith A little girl beaming beside himIn a world different from her own. Something strange was happening to her,Love was a feeling which she had never known. They stood for a while nowAs the little girl squeaked in delightHe brought her to the museum every Sunday She watched…