Empty Days

Days running like an empty sheet of paper – uninked. An unlived hours of living – as dry as the desert. Nothing to feel; not famished or parched. This days when there’s no memory to remember. Nothing but an empty well.…

Two Clouds Passing By

it’s too useless now to say ‘I miss you’ when you’ve already let me go and I’m tired showing how much I care and how much I am willing to understand you we are just perfect to be broken and…