Time is a great healer they say But I wonder if it just intensifies everything Like a pickle or preserve maturing over the years Rip...
Showing posts with label Reflections. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Reflections. Show all posts
"A poet is somebody who feels, and who expresses his feelings through words. This may sound easy. It isn’t. A lot of people think...
Image credit: Vitaliy Denega via Bored Panda I chanced upon this image while going through my Instagram feed this morning and was...
The romantic in me likes to believe in fate and destiny and all the things that can't be deciphered but just experienced. So I decide t...
We’re always looking for answers, trying to deconstruct and then re-thread the meaning of it all. Why are we here and for how long, ...
There is a certain comfort in choosing to be alone, in experiencing a state of limbo, in being numb to any external entities. There are no ...
She lies in bed, face down on her pillow, and slowly opens her eyes turning toward the light filtering in through the French windows...
I remember the start of a school year. New books, new bags, new uniforms, and of course, new shoes, which I always hated because of th...
One morning, while brushing my teeth, I started thinking about how we’re always trying to people to fit into our own little moulds. ...
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