You know that thing that makes you feel incomplete and uneasy and unwhole? The one that turns the entire world into an insipid rabbit ste...
I sift through the words I've written for you, about you, with you stuck inside my brain like an errant bullet from a crossfire. They c...
Leaving never happens all at once. It stretches on for weeks and months and sometimes, even years. Only, you just don’t see it playing out...
She remembers the exact moment when she realised she had grown up. It wasn't the day her marriage had crumbled to dust. Or the time ...
Someday your lover will ask you to pick up the pieces strewn across the floor. Which ones will you leave behind then? At any given moment...
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The lyrics of Some Kind of Wonderful by The Drifters, one of my favourite songs, interspersed with my own thoughts.... All you have to do ...
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