Quietude by Simmi

Just like a bridgeAnd the placid unfresh underwaterYour heart goes stillYour teal fades into grey I’m fishing for the cowardVersion of meSo to reveal to you the lighthouseFaraway from here in the neptune Folklores about the darknessBut in the daylightAs you are a craven like meWe make a perfect saturation The vague distant woodsCan’t see…

Chrysalism by Simmi

The tranquility of living indoors in a thunderstorm. Periwinkle blue-purple tinted skylights and ambience inside the room. Almost like forgetting something or hallucination, the firewood, the heat. The last winter. Raw and rain, you’re bound to stay confined in the space, still, it’s indifferent. Like deciphering a million dilemmas in your head.  Possessing all-time in…