Maybe art would be it

A thousand love letters, hundred embraces, a lifetime of passionate silences, billion obsessions, and a child later, he gazed at her warm and familiar eyes as she brushed the greying and thinning strands of his hair with her delicate fingers. Slowly, she spoke to him, “I think… I don’t like you that much anymore.” HisContinue reading “Maybe art would be it”

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”