Art, Brush


Cold skin, drag my feet on the tile
As I’m walking down the corridor
I’m slipping through the cracks of your cold embrace
So please, please..


If humans lived underwater,
Life would be so much different;
Difficult to put fake colors on,
Easy to hide tears,
No more masks, no more lies,
Trusting what’s infront of eyes..
Brush, Lens

Scars & Dreams

Endless ┬ánights we lament scar tissue stories of wounded hearts and silent screams. And yet we march on with our feet bleeding on roads of fractured hopes and shattered dreams…..
Art, Brush


At the end we all are searching for someone who’s demons play well with ours.