My office is the back seat of the troski. Where I low key fade into the unknown. From where I type my poems and notes. Hooks and punchlines. My office is fly. The back seat of the troski. My office is the back seat of the troski. Where the view is different . From the…… Continue reading Back Seat

Riding on a high horse was my complacency, Little did I know that with danger looming, like fire meets fuel, My world will come crashing down, What was left of it all was the blood of another soul on my hands and quite literally, The cries of pangs too strong to decipher, A strangling too…… Continue reading 5 a.m Thoughts

Trust the process, lately, this statement is becoming a cliche but it doesn’t make it any less of the truth. The ‘process’ is the training school of life. It is the mill we have to go through to get to our goals and dreams. Every successful person you can think of is an alumni of…… Continue reading Trust the Process

Built for this is what she said. “Why should I have to cry and show all of my feelings?” Is what he said. Declared his emotions free and then with a pounding heart, waited for society to rain down on his parade, Little did he know that, on the right side of his cold-hearted emotions,…… Continue reading Thick Skin, Thin Skin.