Inside the mind of an immigrant
I cried to the earth and told her how broken I was she gently cradled me into her lap and told me she was broken into pieces and only then had she become a refuge for us. Pan-Gaia(Many people assume that I spelled pangea wrong. No, I didn't. In Greek mythology Pan is the god … Continue reading Pan-Gia
Because looking into the depths of your eyes makes the sky look so small that I can measure it with just a glance the way your lips part when you smile makes the oceans melt and I find myself sinking in your tides the way your cheeks shine make the stars blush and they disappear … Continue reading Don’t smile at me like that…