Category Archive: She Said

It’s 3 a.m.

I can’t bare the idea of going To bed early anymore. I simply must be way too tired To think, or feel, or deplore. I’m sleepy and my head is spinning, Around and… Continue reading

Sweet melancholy

It’s that familiar melancholy once again.  It’s not good, and it’s not bad,  Not happy and not sad;  Just the need  For that bleed  Of my pen. No epiphanies,  No regrets,  No triumphs … Continue reading

Not all that is quiet is quiet

Not all that is quiet is quiet. Silence is not always a sign of peace. It almost never is. Silence is symbolic to so much more and to so much loudness that it… Continue reading