TO DREAM WITHIN A DREAM : a ceaseless soliloquy

To Dream Within a Dream felt like an uninhibited release. A steadfast testimony to the root pragmatism of life. I have turned to poetry; every time I wanted to know myself better. I hope the compendium of poems would be your safe space on nights sordid and obsidian. In the secret silence of despair when sorrow corroded my soul like no acid before. I hope it propels you to voice your truth when the world would seem as though a blear deception. To write and to read poetry is to liberate the soul to the unfamiliar; yet a thousand times familiar with the presence of it.