Sometimes, words reverberate through your body. Rivers and forests take hold of your skin and words fall like scattered leaves.

I despair. I love. I die. I write. I live. I hope. I forget. I fear.

Therefore, this blog exists.  Living in a city where time has stood still, I write poems and stories. Atleast, I try to.

This blog exists to share my writing to the world, if someone finds worth in them, very well. If they don’t, very well.

Que sera, sera.




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