She sat there on the bench, hair tied tight. There were so many empty, but he walked straight to her. “Do you mind if I sit here?”, as is mind she might. “Yes”, came the prompt reply, in a tone that hopes did wither. A second’s pause. Then. He sat down anyway. Clenched her jaw … More Eight Sticks of Charcoal
A toss of a coin and a single wing. Standing by the road with a reticent plea. ‘Hating Life’, it’s a liar’s song they sing. “Detesting me” a multitude of thoughts the phrase does free. Like hating the sun, makes no real difference. The sun will still rise and the sun will still set. Just … More The Beauty Of Insignificance
The faint smell of summer. And the slow melody of lazy contentment. The whole world dozing off in a peaceful stupor. And to end this silent joy of mine, a little girl was sent. In all honesty, she sent herself to me. A high pitched, continuous chatter followed. Bubbles and candy. Suddenly, I was only … More Song of Summer
Life’s a splash of colours and the aim to make sense of it. Each with their own hues, their own problems. Perhaps your’s a dark night sky. And mine a little grey cloud. Either way, they’re all the same, to each their own. Your’s no less than mine. You… are strong. Solve them quick. Me… … More A Reticent Plea
It is nothing that matters. Later it will be everything that does. It is always there. And I already know it wouldn’t be so. Yet, somehow, I never react. Never speak or ever thank. It is but a hand now. It will be so much more than a hand tomorrow. Just a right that fits … More For All That was
In this story there’s only me. A Villain, a heroine, and a side. Only one person. I, Me and Myself.
It was our promise. Do you even remember? Only ten tears to be shed. Do you care anymore?