A piece I shouldn’t have written in the first place. But I couldn’t help it.

What cries more? The greyish stormy city skies outside, or my heart, when your name is upon it recalled? --------------------- (Janice) By Julio Carlos  

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Let it be felt

Allow everything’s departure to where they belong. Neglect their once existence, chapters of a memory, deaden pasts unneedy of mourn.   Persist. In any direction but back. What withdrew is no longer there.   Be impervious to the world. It doesn't care, it doesn't know. Forsake, follow your self. Feel! and let it be felt.…Read more Let it be felt

Skies of lies

Completed dreams in nebulae moons shining black as faded suns.   A cosmos falling down, felt gravity of it all, broken sights upon open ground.   A look above, miraged truths shown, speeches of believable lies steps given without disposition to try as no reasons are there to be, nor motives to ask why.