Poems from PashaTaite
Sometimes, I imagine my life is a snow-globe, protected in my own bubble surrounded by the most breathtaking views of meadows and petals,...
The crunch of my soles against the fallen leaves mirrored that of the crisp smoke infiltrating my raw lungs, a trembling hand thawing from...
i dont see the point anymore
everything is blurry
it might just be the tears in my eyes
or it could be my fading mental state
i got so...
another sleepless night, my mind screaming into the silence i’m surrounded with. there’s no light in my life, just the rippled reflection...
you know that feeling, when you’re like really really cold and then you get in the bath and your feet tingle and burn but after a while it’...