creative writing


Skies full of pain stare down those Souls whose backs have hurt beneath A thousand suns, endless hours Where sweat …


Nostalgia;   Those memories, they fall, down the river of nostalgia. Fading with every second, changing by the minute,

Writing: Limerence

Limerence;     The days were planned, like a night full of dreams, painted in colors, with our favorite palette.