i stand upon this altar, holding onto the dreams that once lead me astray astray from the solitude of my perched and secure canopy, on which i laid upon with the gentle streams of the western winds a solitude in which my heart was stoned by seclusion and iron and…

sometimes, we get older and lose the chains to our anchor sometimes, we fly so high to the moon we forget the tidal waves that rocked us to our slumber chamber of sleep with the gentle flows of the wind sometimes, we forget the rose petals that embraced our bodies…

The spring season blooms into a breathtaking folklore of greening grass and clear waters, which crystallize at the alter of the ocean and the azure home of the stars. The erotic hormones of nature float slyly amongst the pollen that attaches onto the humming wings of the robins and their…

*all writing pieces originally from Instagram @mi.haloes* “can you see me?” You’re like a portrait that reflects my memories, from the best to the worst, you encompass me all around. Like a mirror, you match my every feature, every shade; my every emotion I’ve felt for you. You’re like a…

*all writing pieces originally from Instagram @mi.haloes* “our nature” Like the goddess of the rain, my tears cascade upon your shoulder; interweaving deeper with the currents of your genuineness. I feel your grounding nature below my cheek; a cushioning that shelters me from the infernos that dance within the core…

Your memories meet me under the darkness of the night, Under the shadowing oak tree, Where the leaves of gold hide their colours under the reflections of the moonlight. Your breath waltz through my ears and onto my nape, Lingering and standing longer than it should; I shouldn’t enjoy it, yet I…

*all writing pieces originally from Instagram @mi.haloes* “in this small world” As the rain that cascades down from the clouds, my thoughts dance amongst the particles of oxygen and hydrogen that sing in harmony with the grey sky. Humidity wafted through the air like the skirt of a bride, bending…

*all writing pieces originally from Instagram @mi.haloes* “beauty of nature” The erosion carves through the mortal vessel, lining down a pathway for the birth of the holy and running rivers. The burning sun rains down a flood of vibrant energy that fuels this ever-growing planet, churning the clock of life…

A layer of hidden thorns that lay concealed under a draping skirt of blood roses. It’s quite a simple thing, yet equally breathtaking. How fascinating, no? First grow the thorns that can pierce into this delicate skin. …