In a dark alleyway
Cold, damp, musty
Being very afraid,
Unable to breathe,
On the very air,
that keeps you,
soul wrenching pain,
in tiny fragments,
and over again
Day in, day out.
159 days = 22 weeks and 5 days.
Ask yourself, what do you do with 159 days? You go on a long trip. Fly across oceans and conquer all the land borders you can find. Drink too much. Meet people. Fall in love. Fall in lust. Get lost. Lose yourself.
159 days = 22 weeks and 5 days. Continue reading “Unbreaking Chains”
Rain. Continue reading “About Her”
In the spirit of the recently concluded Oscar awards, I graciously accept the nomination from the lovely Ashley Cameron of ashleycameronwriting.wordpress.com. She writes amazing poems so please do check out her blog.
Before anything else, rules first:
Today, I caught a glimpse of the date and realized that first month of the year just ended. Sounds cliché but the time indeed went by so fast.
Looking back, did I accomplish anything writing wise over the past months? Let’s see: