Crucifying dreams on a severed beat while praying for resurrection is what it is. You are you and I am me. We are not destined to be one. The we and us does not exist.
Here she was in my apartment, sitting on my couch, looking me directly in the eye after liquoring her night away at the various pubs in town, she was looking at me and I was gazing back in silence, he
She was walking steadily passing the corridor from the bed room till the apartment’s door, her dark brown shiny hair was flowing effortlessly lacing with the space around, and as her little black