WordSmiths


I’m a thief just a peg lower than Robin, donning a hood Issa Kabbah never unveiled. Poaching feelings across minds and giving them wings. Letting them fly to the welcoming hands of estranged lovers to use as weapons, in status’ shade wars. Subliminal yet direct. Quotes coated in Quixote bravery Memes Galore. But then whatContinue reading “WordSmiths”

Nostalgia


These days, I am increasingly fueled by a raging desire to overprice depressed thoughts. Or get lost in the flow of books in the jungle of Amazon. Nothing seems real, E-books? They leave me thirsty I miss the smell of pages, with their wrinkled edges, and the torn covers that tells me it’s earlier readersContinue reading “Nostalgia”