That man, The one who is surrounded by many, yet feels nothing but alone, the one who's eyes show only worn-out thoughts. His body is indifferent, his face holds a smile only his mouth shows, he is hoping it will hide his disgrace. As much as I want to reach out to him, I know… Continue reading Us.
Quiet Months.
For the last few months, I've been keeping myself in a bubble, I got a promotion at work, and I'm still not sure how I feel about it. I've worked for years trying to earn it, I deserve it; however, I'm still waiting for that moment to click, the thing that tells me I am… Continue reading Quiet Months.
