Once we start dreaming; the world eventually starts gleaming, and with happiness, it would seem, we are teaming. But my dreams are not...

To tell you that I’m leaving or wait for the scratch on the tracks that saw me leave, tell you that I’m gone. And every tree, dust or...

A quiet evening has been scripted with all the unspoken words of lovers, painters, and poets, forcing the serene skies to compose a new...

There is an air of discomfort, one that is plausibly sheering every heart that once loved or mind that ever thought. It’s been a while,...

I know this gets old, but please hear me out. The flowers are dying, and the stains left on the ground as it falls—they too will have...

It’s the fire inside us, ones that need to be encrypted, but of all that is—families are at the epicenter of such construct. And here we...

Everything’s a strange little thing, out of nothing—but our hearts that care so much, even if it were for misery to look...