About me

Poet by the river, before sunrise

Daydream delusion 
Limousine Eyelash 
Oh, baby with your pretty face 
Drop a tear in my wineglass 
Look at those big eyes 
See what you mean to me 
Sweet cakes and milkshakes
I am a delusion angel 
I am a fantasy parade 
I want you to know what I think 
Don’t want you to guess anymore 
You have no idea where I came from 
We have no idea where we’re going 
Lodged in life
Like two branches in a river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I’ll carry you. You’ll carry me
That’s how it could be
Don’t you know me? 
Don’t you know me by now?

How far from home?

“It’s like being a bird, maybe, the perspective of flying over the Earth.” -Peggy Whitson

Since then, I wanted to travel the world, to see the world , smell cities, taste cultures. It’s normal! Everyone wants to travel the world but actually, the idea suffocates, it consumes as we grow older.

Lucky are the birds who can travel wherever they want, whenever!

Unlucky for us, we do not have that facility but fear not, for we have a lot more than that – we dream, we fight for it, we carry on.