You just weren't it wasn't your fault because someone refused to hold and pour into you, no longer cared to show how truly pleasant you can be and you are~ But you came in with your course callused hands as if to...

From living,  to memory,  to dust,  to forgotten.    My beloved, so many pictures, so pretty your grave, so sadly forgotten.    From heat of blushes, to the cold of death, to existing in memory only, to forgotten dust in the wind. 

Only certain speciesthrive in poor conditionsvivid with colorresilient in survivalwith large petal earsto provide shade andmagically bloom tusks the color of ivorywho hold onto memories and tailscherishing their youngwith their trunk handsothers playful in black and white stripes each...

Miss. Madam,  B.A, LLBThe story of my mother in law, who is graduate with degree in Law. She got married to my Appa, who was post graduate in business. I am writing this story which inspired me to do...

tell me bout yourself i hate introducin myselfmy name is easyafter that…you’re on your own always feelslike somebody’s askin meto draw the oceanwith a goddamn rulerand i’ve never trusted a straight linerivers don’t use themlight bendsroots grow thru concreteand the...