Sorry that I lied.. Sorry that I made you fall in love with glimpses of me.. So sorry that I happily climbed on the pedestal you put up for me.. A pedestal of sweet nothings and fleeting moments.. A pedestal you built from the distortions I fed you.. Distortions you held on with the strength … Continue reading Sorry..
A promise is a debt, my soul, a promise... is... a debt- blog by ivy nyayieka
life and literature
the things we left unsaid
Life is a weird game.
Tales of Experience Telling
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. Ernest Hemingway
"driven by transparency"
The Master of Descriptions
What you seek is seeking you.
A promise is a debt, my soul, a promise... is... a debt- blog by ivy nyayieka
life and literature
the things we left unsaid
Life is a weird game.
Tales of Experience Telling
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. Ernest Hemingway
"driven by transparency"
The Master of Descriptions
What you seek is seeking you.
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