16/30 | Nightmare | NATIONAL POETRY MONTH 2018
So many wonderful evenings have become ashes of memories and I have taken those memories and woven amazing nightmares. Not to be scared, but to feel safe as there is nothing worse than bad memories; You cannot escape them, and they cannot escape you… you are bound by an umbilical cord, but in between all this chaos of thoughts… you can find a space to … Continue reading 16/30 | Nightmare | NATIONAL POETRY MONTH 2018