About Last Night.

Thump. Thump There goes, My heart, Wildly, Beating, Questioning. Thump. Thump.

Seconds Apart.

Tonight, the questions keep on coming. Like the rain, drops slowly pouring in to your open window. You ask, you beg, you pray, you yell, you surrender. Still, the questions remain unanswered. With the whys contradicting the hows, each time leaving you more confused than the last.

Scent She Left Behind

                How do you wake up after you spent the previous night crying? How do you stop believing in something that made you happy for the longest time?

Loving, Between the Shadow and the Soul

Laid back Sunday, check. Burrow underneath the covers, check. Stay in bed for the rest of the day, check. Sound of the rain in the background, check. Read countless sonnets written by THE great Pablo Neruda. perfect.