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Kamal Alhomsi auf…
The Ghost Of You Is Kinder To Me
Every time I want to write something, I end up writing about you.So,I don't.I play some music and I take a nap. I wake up in the evening, ar...
It took me years to stop dreaming of holding your hand in the backseat of your car. And I can't help but wonder how many nights you needed t...
I will make my own bed
I'll make my own bedI'll take these demons out for a walk twice a dayI'll do the dishesI'll let the nostalgia float awayI'll make my own bed...
Life Goes On
Maybe everything I ever thought was realwas just the work of my mind.It was so complicated,I was convinced this is real life.Real life, how ...
A planned grief is always better than a sudden joy
The train back home got cancelled and when I say home, I mean a small room where i sit with my hands numb from holding ghosts for too long.T...
Yes, I'm writing again, trying to, at least. The water on this boat is more than the ocean it is floating in. Don't get me wrong, the boat i...