A vendetta; Epistolary-Novel She told me I am entwined with a lip of an angel and the eyes of a devil. Folks gather around my radar with their depraved souls, wishing I could reform comfort in their lives. Thread by thread, I come apart yet my revolution thrived. It's a sweet little work of art to share goodness with...
We buried our fairytale alongside other memories we convinced ourselves were meant for us to forget. I held on to it like sandㅡstill tangible yet I felt it trickling down the miniscule gaps of my hands, slipping away from my grip. Its derisive pinpricks burned through my flesh as a mere remembrance of a love soon to r...
The versicolor horizon holds the vastness of tomorrow yet it reeks of mishaps and miseries. Even with ebony skies dusking the heavens, my words remain strong, never holding me back as I disappear into my solitude of wonders. It was more than just a morsel of luck that I have you by my side, accompanying me through the...