Oozezi
Oozezi Creative Collective
I speak for tongues the heavy earth has stilled, For names the wind has worn away to dust. Though every law and…
And if he wonders why the fire is low, tell him that life took its fill, it reached inside and scooped the…
The low hum of the holographic display was kelechi’s constant companion, a familiar rhythm in the tense silence. The air in the…
And loneliness…oh, she was never cruel to me before you. Before your laugh taught me what silence truly meant. Before your absence…