24/M/South Africa    Writer | This is ancestral, past-life reading; this is meditation & prayer; this is future telling. always becoming. The undying soul in a decaying case. …

poetry is my way of escape. a beautiful thing in which I escape time

A pen dropped is a thought caught in freefall.

I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other …