My falling in love sounds like an ancient wooden casket being open My breaths sound like urgent hollers to the dead My heartbeat sounds like drunk fingers stumbling on piano…

She saw it all but still she kept quiet I told her everything but she remains silent Why ? Is she quite while knowing everything At first he would knock…

Breath... Shivers down my spine traveling all the way to my midriff, Heart fluttering in my chest like it’s Daytona, I feel my midriff in exertion, my knees frail as…

You hypocrites! you can forecast the weather by judging the appearance of earth and sky. But for some reason you don’t know how to judge the times in which you’re…

For our contribution towards the Breath symposium, the Young & Curious group will offer a selection of creative pieces reflecting on the broader symposium theme. For us, the theme has…