Part of me wants this breeze to run through deep down my soul and a part of me wants to hide behind the walls. Part of me rolling under the lust of wandering and for a part of me running back to home is all it wants. A part of me wants to dive to […]Read More A Part of me.
Don’t tell me your name, tell me what you love to be called Don’t tell me where you’re from, tell me what you dream for Don’t tell me!! Don’t tell me!! Tell me what you ache for and your heart long? Tell me what stays when everything else fall? Tell me!! Just tell me!! Don’t […]Read More Don’t tell me!!
We are all afraid of something knowingly or unknowingly; from deep, opaque, gigantic seas, elevated mountains, big dreadful machines and sometimes from a single sweet word that might awake love in us. Why we would be afraid of love? Did you wonder, ever? There must be a reason, or more than one. We might be afraid […]Read More We Are Afraid.