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.
Dear Stranger. I am a writer. Fact. I write for my own pleasure, yet I seek the praise of people I don't wish to care about. Not because they aren't pleasant people, but because they are faceless humans which hold no true power over my life, still I need to hear their voices. How do… Continue reading A Unread Message.