The night is here breathing in and out, whispering secrets, what secrets? our secrets……
Sharp edges of a fleeting thought, etched deeply into the canvas of now, where each…
Words dance through the corridors of my mind,filling the vacant spaces with warmth and…
Fifty-five years since I last felt the weightof final exams, days blending into nights…
It feels idiotic, doesn’t it?to yearn for a piece of skywhen your feet are tangled in the rootsof…