A Slice of Cheshire Moon

Sometimes there is night with clear starry sky when clouds are at bay and the eyes try to figure out constellations from old grandma's stories. The breeze just can't remain still and slowly tiptoes around brushing past our skin. That is the night when the moon glows with a Cheshire Smile. Writers and poets are... Continue Reading →

Break-Up Story

Read the Heart's feelings top to bottom ↓ (heart) Fuck off! (head) (head) Can we amicably sort this out? (heart) (heart)The hell out of my life (head) (head) We can still be friends (heart) (heart) I don't want to see your face (head) (head) I will be around when you need me (heart) (heart) I loved... Continue Reading →

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