Ascending In a world where whispers bloom, Ayesha’s sultry beats ignite the room, Echoes of desire in electric air, Each note a promise, daring to dare. Ghost and Pals weave shadows tight, Melodies dancing in the pale moonlight, A spectral touch, haunting yet sweet, Ghostly laughter, a bittersweet retreat. Mitski’s heartache, raw and profound, With every lyric, emotions unbound, A tender ache in ... » Continue Reading
I stand on the edge, high above the city, looking down at the bustling nightlife and the glittering lights below. "This is it," I think, as the wind whips through my hair. I take one last drag of my cigarette, then flick it away, watching it disappear into the void. The hum of the city feels distant, like a world I never belonged to. I close my eyes, breathing deeply, savoring the quiet in this mo... » Continue Reading