“Art was my first love, now literature has replaced it.”- If I call this the essence of our story, I actually insult my love. Because there’s so much more…
Today’s the day of Jesus, so a tidbit of his touch in my this epigram. Merry Christmas world!
Every time a poem is written, a jargon is roared out.
What brings me regrets is not that i slept. Rather that I slept when and where I had to personify greatness.
My spectrum belongs to me. You’re a mere rambler who will judge me, but in the end, the decision of changing myself is in my hands.
I never gave our silences the right to define the bond we share. Did you?