Cross-Sections
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  • Parts 3
  • Time <5 mins
  • Reads 12
  • Votes 3
  • Parts 3
  • Time <5 mins
Ongoing, First published Sep 11, 2015
Sometimes, we like to dissect our thoughts. They run amok, going in random directions, taking us to places we've never been before. Sometimes, we like to dissect our lives. Hence the term slice-of-life: fresh and funny, raw and emotional, honest and unfiltered, everything in between. Sometimes, we just think and daydream, and sometimes my mind runs away and my imagination takes over. 
Sometimes, our hearts are calm, other times they pound hard or fast and we can't NOT feel it.
Cross-Sections are exactly that, slices of minds, pieces of thoughts, bits of life, snatches of heartbeats.
If you don't like randomness, don't read.
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The Gallery Of Unspoken Words

76 parts Ongoing

The Gallery of Unspoken Words is a collection of poems that captures the quiet ache of admiration from afar-where longing is painted in glances, devotion is sketched in shadows, and love exists in the spaces between words never said. Each poem is a brushstroke on an invisible canvas, depicting the artist's silent devotion to a muse who may never know they inspire such beauty. Through soft whispers of ink and delicate strokes of verse, this collection explores the tension between distance and desire, the bittersweet nature of unseen admiration, and the art of loving someone in silence. For those who have ever watched, adored, and created in secret, The Gallery of Unspoken Words is an intimate portrait of longing-where love is an artwork that never quite leaves the easel.