Forget about yesterday because it ended last night. Do not worry about tomorrow because it might never come. Live for today. BECAUSE... MY DEAR, here you are!
My memory is like my cabinet, unkempt and scattered. Chaotic like my soul. It is a lane I fear to transverse for I do not know what…… Read more “Mnemosyne”
Ex-Machina’s The conversation in front of the painting. True and scary. We are not us, but who they want us to be.
Snuck up in bed, he crawled to me and held me. I forgave him, last night was history. He lay there, beside me I want to hold…… Read more “He’s going”