Obstinate are the trammels – Poem

And then i turn to You.. coz nothing else gives me answers. i surrender and sleep with the song on repeat.. as i wake up, it's like the heart is silent coz it accepted the truth.. the memories are silent coz they don't even exist.. what does all this matter anyway.. Obstinate are the trammels,…

Passing afternoon – Music

~ There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon.. There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days.. There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass.. There are things we can’t recall, blind as night that finds us all.. There are names across the sea, only…