Chasing Her

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…

As If I Got it All Right

Let’s say, for the sake of not saying, There has been a point to wander without a clue, To defer away from the meaning and the true needs, To realise that whatever is done is without anything real. There’s a…