I revisit the old places

Painful old places I look back many times a day… I revisit the old places where you used to stay. I revisit myself, try to feel my skin…to feel your touch again. You never left, ever… Neither my soul nor my skin. I cuddle with my pillow every night… The one you used to sleep…

The darkness is drawing me

The darkness is drawing me… Inviting me in and there is a dead silence. Too dark, even moon is obscured. Too intense, I can’t even feel my aura which is trying its best to keep me away from this mortuary. Its silence is making all other voices go unheard. Its shadows hunt me down and…