Bibliophile. Food aficionado. Music lover.
We remember, in order that we might forget. Reminiscence is a tricky one, that old time companion of loneliness, who sneaks up upon you as nostalgia fills the recesses of the heart again.
Turmoil, wrenching and Gutting its way Through the deep Recesses Of the heart - Places unknown, Untouched, Dust-covered. Twist and turn Clouds of long-buried Memories Uncovered.
Perhaps she wants to feel, after all. For what feels like the millionth time to her, once again, she plays privy to another's secret. For what feels like the millionth time, once again, it isn't her.
Five months into this two-year journey, and though it isn't quite what I envisioned it to be, I am glad that I took this step, even if it means gritting my teeth and bearing this out for another one...
Education systems are propaganda machines for the incumbent. Damn the tyranny of the majority. Is it any wonder this country is going down the drain?.
The chain that binds Memories in one is indeed fearsome, Yet was it not once said that forgetfulness was a form of freedom.
It is 3 a.m. in the morning, and a storm is raging outside the apartment.
Act. Don't react..
The orange glow of the street lights bathes everything with an ochre hue, casting an ethereal spell over the roads late at night.