Simpler, the better.
There's love in holding. There's love in letting go. Elizabeth Berg It's 11:11, I want to call youto tell you,that I have been thinking about you,It's all on me.It's really all on me.I've never felt this abashed,so empty, as if my heart is getting clasped from the inside.It strangles me, eats me,that I let you… Continue reading 11:11
Sometimes in the wind of change, we find our true direction. Words are wind. George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows. Wind is blowing, I need to keep flowing. Breathing lonely, longing to be seen, This soul has also cognized days like these. Perhaps, this wind is of change? I was never from myself, so estranged. Strands… Continue reading Wind and I.
The Love For Poetry 