December 01.

‘Let me sleep and float through the words yet to be said and dreamed of.’
-Ana Reyes


Muted Thoughts.

There’s so much scattered thoughts in my head
A delicate hurricane
Hidden behind the back of my mind
Forcing it to come out
‘Cause I can’t utter a single word
But as I try and try
I became more voiceless and quieter
With the tragedies the world is giving me.