That playful ray of sunlight which escaped the window forced his eyes open as he lay there curled up behind her. He did not want to wake up but then the enchanting fragrance of fresh morning dew against the newly watered soil from
Good night…
Romantic books and movies have engulfed me off late and I’ve been reading extensively on a subject thats delicate and something that brings me very close to creativity and words – love. Its 12:45 AM and I’m about to crash.
The 17 year old me.
I’ve been going through a phase in my life where I’m trying to fight a side of me that I don’t like. I’m trying to fight a loving family thats weighing me down with expectations and desires that I cannot
In my humble opinion.
Opinions are like assholes, everyone has one. Every asshole is just as stinky as every other from where you and I are. In fact, I’d go on to say, “I don’t care about what you think!” but that’d just be me;
Clear skies.
Here’s a little something that came into my head out of event horizon: Clear skies, yet again A blessing to your eyes Orange dawn drives me insane. From within me guzzles; Warm thoughts of life, Hope within hopes Lies within