I write. I write because nothing else makes sense to me. I write because everything I see speaks volume to…
You always used to wonderwhat book I’d be reading at the moment. And I always had one answer‘An interesting one’…
My vision isn’t only in my mind but in all the things I’m surrounded by. It’s in the teacup of…
I am, gradually,degree by degree,withdrawing myself from the world.Our raging world of explanations,rationalizations, reasons,the one that carries a cadaverousexistence of…
Once upon a time in the village of Rebourn lived a grandmother with her two adorable grandchildren. The village known…
The ground has gathered our shadows.The spell worked. I’d collect our eclipses like dried leavesand crush it in our garden.…
Would you hold me while I fall off the ladder of my own expectations? Would you blow air on my…
How tonot be stupidon 19th of that monthwith thumb caressingon that rectangular boxmaking lover out of a contact number,ears thirsty…
You still burn within me with your cold stare and hot departure. You let Novemberunleash on me manipulating my October-lover…
Nights make me wonderIf I did what I was meant to. Did I read another page of that book?Did I…