Hanging out with a firefly

She’s so dull during the day, but comes alive at night. At times I don’t know what to do with her during the ever so long hours of the afternoon. She just hangs around my side; we don’t talk, barely have anything in common. I almost loose interest completely. It almost becomes a burden; theContinue reading “Hanging out with a firefly”

My source of inspiration

How far should I travel, to find you, my source of inspiration? How much longer should I wait, until I see your face again from another dimension? Until I converse about life and all things that I’m battling with, and for you to give me some tips on living? How long can I sustain theContinue reading “My source of inspiration”