CONTRACURRENT

My soul is a violin; it cries for a song to come true and bleeds out an abundance of suffering, a prayer to GOD that I can truly swim above the current till my last breath, like a halo cover me and play softly high up in the air ascending to heaven where I may …

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THE FIRST WAVE

I had expected that this year would free me, ironically, I have been kept inside for the longest period of my life. Moments that I thought I had healed from all those scars, seems I am still hurting when I dwell too long on it. What I would give to be like a child and …

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