There’s so much history found between secondhand books and dusty cassettes, immortalizing the voices of the dead.
After all, what has the idea of productivity become if not a way to justify the guilt that comes with happiness?
Despite the gold around her neck, she knew she lost the battle.
It was his father’s favourite time of the day, A sky set on fire, kissed the waves. Besides the view, … More
“Let me out!” The boy screamed He banged the wooden doors that reeked of shame All these years, he hid … More
The little girl walked through the crowded streets And swam against the chaos,like a fish against the flow She felt … More