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.
