Thoughts captured in time, Desolate remains. Only written in black. Like the ashen embers of an extinguished flame. Representative – of our connection. How it burned, and faded away.Read More Memories
Are words the silent scream, off a voice that wishes to find the courage to speak?Read More My Voice.
I searched for you, before I knew what I was looking for.Read More Redemption
In moments of melancholy, I wonder who that girl with a smile is; and how she deals with pain.Read More Moments of Melancholy
To the voice of doubt in my mind: I am willing.Read More I Am Willing
Smitten. Recently, I’ve been bitten by the knowledge bug and I’m completely smitten with learning and reading and writing and of course my version of creating art: synthesizing ideas.Read More A Cultural Evolution
Language is an instinct but written language is not.Read More Langauge as an Instinct