Somewhere across the cigarette smoke lingered a beautiful dark lady. 'You are heartless', she said and before the smoke could clear she was gone. Before I could rip her skin off and gaze at her beautiful heart she was gone. She did have one, I knew she did. Immaterial of how much I knew of … Continue reading Heartlessly Mine
Those stained glasses, that old dreary window often shared the same dreams as the little fellow for they both shared the same sight of the ocean, the wishful breeze with coded messages and the blue horizon. Dreams are just dreams after all, careless worlds floating away in denial with the dreamer always left behind, somewhere … Continue reading The Dreamer
They say everyone's got a story. A theme, a context, a plot and an end. I disagree just as my life disagrees with me. It always seemed to be too small a page to write a complete story and yet how gleefully has the child in me managed to write quite a couple already I … Continue reading Once again..