Sinful Heavens is a collection of poetry pieces derived out of thoughts and emotions that I had locked up in a glass jar and carefully placed on my desk so they wouldn’t burst out of their unpredictability and impulsiveness.
What is a sin, after all? A personally calculated label.
I don’t believe in sins. Sins can be paths to heaven. How many heavens could we travel in a lifetime? Or are they all just the same?
This book is a mirror of the perspective that belief heals everything. Believe. In the stars. In the moon. In the universe. In yourself.
“ghosts in my head haven’t disappeared, my unfinished paintings don’t have a home”