She Is Art
She is the unsung lyrics, the pieces of her favorite quotes stitched together. When one plucks the lyre of her heart melancholy melody soothes another heart. She is a palette…
Are We Capable Of Missing An Individual Or Just Their Interpretation And Memory?
I often found myself retreating and re-connecting with certain people only to be shattered and mistreated for years over and over again. In view of the fact that upon reminiscences,…
More Foe Than A Friend.
Losses run deep, and games of maneuvering keep upgrading. We have come a long way, transitioning from playing snakes and ladders, to the snake games on our phones, to dealing…