Your heart A prism, that made a rainbow out of the light of my mundane existence. Your heart, A prison, that kept the colours for itself. And allowed me to relish the darkness. Your heart A mirror, an illusion of your fabricated reality that you made me believe. Your heart A home where you say…
Roses & Moss.
Sketches of an uneventful life. My thoughts, poems and ramblings, curated in a blog, a minuscule home in the vast internet. Welcome, friend and thank you for the visit.
Roses & Moss. 