there are mornings. when the sun shines. and the birds sing. and the trees stand-still. and the air softens. and the heaviness is less. -fleeting © Hudson Biko
Drizzles give way to the sways of trees That blow away the mornings we love mourning about. © Hudson Biko GIF Source: Living Stills
Watching words resonate As their weight Inflates The states Of others As covers Begin to smother. © Hudson Biko
You came and asked him why he stood there.
They play in alleyways decaying in the absence of ourselves Like plays scripted in dimensions surrounded by perceptions of perfection Of everything we wanted to be Before it came in and took the the better of us To dimensions decaying in alleyways surrounded by perceptions Of everything we weren’t – Of everything that wasn’tContinue reading “Innocence”