writer. freelance copywriter. student of literature.
She slips inside in sleepless nights.Smiles on me her celestial lights.The blaze of sun and the glaze of moon,She shows them all and leaves just as soon.
Let me introduce you to the Mystery Man.
I don’t know him. Or anything about him.
I only see him.
I think he must be around 70–years-old.
The mall was full of scrambling people, as always. So many faces, so many shops.
So what were the odds of me running into her in that very shop, in that very moment?