One day we will meet each other for sure, when the stars will be out shining & bright but envious – of our light. Then we both will sit together and feel all the tiredness we had in searching for each other, our sad, weary hearts will start to talk and the silence will scream. […]Read More Same as before we set apart.
I’m cold and sour sometimes; sometimes ostensibly fleecy like snow. Drowning sometimes under the veneer of memories while sometimes swaying over the ocean all alone. Sometimes I run away to defy these hollow conventions and then being pulled back again with my laborious soul. I am starving severely for love at moments and sometimes crave […]Read More Neither good nor bad, I am lost somewhere in between.