proph.kay

Frozen by the winds

My African Snailman

I'm trying... I really am. I need to free my soul, I need to unburden my weighty heart. But look, the truth is stuck in my throat! Or is it?? Someone has silver-coated my reasoning. My former truth, polished

The truth is ugly as fuck. And has no sorry to spare. Harsh on the hen as with the duck, Shortcut both to love and to despair. The truth is jovial as the rain; Arms wide open to welcome. Though the crooked

Dear Love... I'm sorry, but I think I've abused you. I slandered you amongst my pals; Wrinkled the honour of your name within My palms. I took a picture of your hair And kept a photo in my last drawer.

UBUNTU!!! Athena's womanly curls are red and sore from the constant jabbing of Aries' spear.. Maya's moans can be heard from the Colosseum miles away.. The dusty conflagration escalating over the noses

One of the greatest deception of sociality and obstruction to realism is the false maxim that people change. No. Human behaviors cannot be juxtaposed with physical or mathematical quantities for the sake

No.. M not a Sane soul. No, M not a patriotic Citizen. I was christened innocent, but far from being innocent. How can I be called Belle, when I'm the heir of the beast? How can I be Kay, when M far from