Today I chose to be a writer

Tomorrow I think I'll Be a Fisherman

One Who Sighs

Leave a comment

Within the place we all exist ,

is a voice that whispers softly.

It murmurs ancient secrets into the ether.

listen well and you may hear

an eternal song of sorrow,

Telling the tale of a melancholic sparrow,

who could not sing but only sighed.

The soul reproaches it’s disconnection from the whole.


Author: pisceanist

Hi, My name is Fouad, I was born in San Diego CA in 1986 and currently live in Hamburg, Germany. I love to read and play video games, and am a great fan of post-rock music and Tool. I am currently working my way to an MA in Creative writing and also teach English as a Second Language to get by. Have been writing for quite some time, and thought It was time I stopped hoarding my strange digressions and shared them with fellow writers and readers in order to get more honest feedback, Enjoy!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s