Writings by Infignis

And still I'm waiting

For footsteps that never come

"What are lives made of?"

"Memories", the monk replies

Mic drop, let them burn

Now I watch on from my throne

They raise me high up

I'm drunk on this sweet nectar

Dream of your dark eyes

That dream of stars, but not me

But you don't know that

I have already let go

Where our shattered dreams

And broken promises go?

My will standing dam

I can never let it go

Insignificance

Sets my soul free of the world

By the tree of Life

And still, Emifal Firdaant

Birds could hate flight like

I hate the way I love you

That I can't control

My thoughts scattered like glitter

Thought of the hallways

That hold my laughter's echoes

I have forgotten

The sparks of my skin when touched

Everyone I knew

Lost and so long forgotten

Come closer and burn

A paradox of my love