A person can die between the pages of a notebook and still keep breathing. This death is mercy. The existence is fired up. Smokes do not carry the traces of burnt words. The last moments are breathed out in a hiss as fire slowly devours the ink. There must have…

Somewhere out there, a couple is kissing for the first time while they slide wedding rings into their entwined fingers; where love is making itself known with warmth and sadness alike; where knowledge flies out of dry books and finds its way into the ways of men; where they believe that Utopia is possible.

Originally posted on Blogger on Nov 22, 2015   

There will always be times to feel like a hot air balloon, free like a bird, the sky seeming too close, the stars too few and the time in your life as just not enough. We are too busy chasing happiness that when we find it we want to put…

The men I know have stood by me at my worst; filled me with inspiration, angered me to the extent to set my demons free; given me intuitive suggestions (a quality I seriously doubted they could possess), have pampered me with the food they made and also introduced me to the lighter sins that we all must commit in life.