There was a line of essence along the clouds in the middle of the night. Silver lights glowing in a dim, transparent, yet oddly it…

I had a dream, once. Sadly, like most dreams that we have, it went away.

There was a deep rooted longing within me, that has always been there all my life. And, I was not sure what it was. But, like a sun…

If you are at the bottom of the pit, what would you do?

When the darkness has started to suffocate, pinch your heart through nothingness. Nothing were there, nothing would be seen. When you tried to reach here and there, but the air feels heavy on our skin. And, even if you get used to it…

Hours were no longer what they were supposed to be. And, it was messy.

Is there ever any end to this bare minimum of humanly inclination? The dire needs to be entrhalled that keeps on germinating, over and over…