Cold dead bones In a cold dead bed With a cold dead sheet And boney cold flowers Hideous freezing memories Rising from the dead Gravestones whistling loudly People praying silently Mourning words of peace Finding madness instead -Stefania AdvertisementsRead More Cold.
Isn’t it incredible? How every sunset could be the last one? The most beautiful one? The saddest or the best one? Isn’t it incredible? How every sunset could be the beginning or the end of a new story? A new life or a new book? Isn’t it incredible?How we can capture a moment that means […]Read More Isn’t it incredible?
Porcelain spilled all over the sea Floating lightly Your white heart lost in the waves Fragile as it is Following the storms Revolving all around Trying to recompose From the light and thunder Shattered into pieces Don’t forget to read my book “The shadow through” on Wattpad, especially if you want to read more […]Read More Porcelain
What am I If not a small piece of humanity A breath A smile A drop A tear What am I If not a bird Who flies in the open sky And sings to the trees What am I If not a working ant, A free horse Or a sleeping cat What am I If […]Read More Small pieces
Have you ever felt like this? Like nothing is really worth at try? Like life is hopeless? Have you ever felt powerless? Unable to control your life aiming the afterlife. Unable to control your body and falling inevitably. You brain is miles and miles far away, but your body still weighs, you don’t know how […]Read More