Is spring really here i hear the birds tweeting screeching behind worms in delight the trees bristling boldly flowers lay carpeted across grass the sun glistens over untainted waters kissing the shores ever so gently fruit laden trees bear heavy secrets waiting to ripen and burst forth into the air the mountains are shying away from the sun hiding within the clouds spring is shy, this time around ----S

A mountain goat that walks its life on a ledge to lick the last crystals of salt on rock millenia of biological memory swarming in that single cell that craves for a reward, a chemical treat, an electrical impulse hoping they don't wander afar, in search of momentary bliss the higher and higher, the fall steeper it helps to not look down the taste of bliss lingering on the tip of its tongue treading the thin crack of stone it is not lonely up there, they slowly realize salt c

picture taken at the Museu de Historia Catalunya Winter is here feelings have faded, memories too fallen leaves are brushed aside to make way for the new Salt and snow melt the path healing open wounds i hibernate, bury myself in the dark to feel nothing, time or you Winter is here Freezing fingers, laboured breaths nobody to call and no one to trust standing here, unmoving, wherever the cold takes me i go with it too Let me be angry and violent all these years of understandi

Girls' Girls 🎀 I went outside, and what did I find A box to open. I hope no one will mind It was tied on top with a bow of pink Saw a...