We come to the world, tell them, make contact, only to come back to where we started, leaving things in a lurch and rising in disappointment every time. It is simple, isn’t it? Or complex at the same time? It…
And the night shall fall short to spell, Another rain on the parched blood soaked in airy blue. To let hopes sulk in deep on concrete black road, Waiting to roll over with words invited to crack skulls open. …
We come to the world, tell them, make contact, only to come back to where we started, leaving things in a lurch and rising in disappointment every time. It is simple, isn’t it? Or complex at the same time? It…
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been chasing her. Not a woman, really. But something like her.A silhouette in the distance—sharp, confident, impossible to forget.She walks like she knows the answers. Talks in riddles. Smiles rarely but meaningfully.And…