—to be seen yet remain hidden.
—a poem written while submerged in water. For me, You are like a water Your presence gives me peaceA calmness in my soulThat every time it runs through my skinIt reminds me that I’m aliveWhen I’m having a bad dayI will just soak myself in cold waterIt wouldn’t mind how long I stay submerged in […]
Your presence is like a water
—a poem written while submerged in water. For me, You are like a water Your presence gives me peaceA calmness in my soulThat every time it runs through my skinIt reminds me that I’m aliveWhen I’m having a bad dayI will just soak myself in cold waterIt wouldn’t mind how long I stay submerged in…
Their depths,That we chose not to dive in.And the depths,That we chose not to know about. Isn’t it fascinating to think that everybody we bumped into has a soul? That they are also living? They also have a home? a friend? a lover? Sometimes I wonder how they see me from their point of view.…
Writings of Red 