Over A Scoop Of Melting IceCream

  • Oct 21, 2014 7:55:33 PM
    If I stay still for the smallest spell I can drown in the silence surrounding the rustling leaves when it’s ravaged by breeze. If I pause to gather a breath the crisp, dry air fills my lungs and pierces me … Continue reading →
  • Oct 17, 2014 11:28:39 PM
    For everyday that we spend apart and I cannot speak the words of my heart; I find a snippet by someone else that would tell you how much my heart’s bled.
  • May 17, 2014 8:47:48 PM
    Maybe letters are better afterall. In them, I can touch the words that oozed out of you. Maybe paper is sentimental for in your absence I can touch something once of yours.