Seeking The Unspoken

I lose myself in the memories. The ones that hurt, the ones that leave a sting in my bones. The memories that are not always reachable...

It’s late, and my eyes are heavy. The kind of heaviness that makes you wonder if you need to sleep for a year or drink a hot cup of...

The light pours in ever so softly. Slowly it begins to fill up my room; my room which has laid dark and dormant for a few days now. The...