Today is the day I banish my hell. Today is the day I let go. Today is the day I should walk away from the magic. Today is the day when I grasp my memories, for the last time. Today is the last day of my oblivion. … More Oblivion
Death exists. Death exists in the gusty wind, in the bewitching sunset, in the dainty flowers, in the nondescript office desk, in the flickering streetlamps, in every flake of life. Death exists in our everyday life, and we slowly walk towards Him. … More Death
Time.
Is time a healer, or a mere cloak? A cloak – which shrouds the pain with a sense of serenity, only to be blown away by the winds of an abrupt storm? … More Broken
Utopia 