I thought of you in a far far away land Where my thoughts were alien When my body wasn't even mine Only whispers in the wind Only them I could feel And your name So tentative, so shy Playing at the edges of my dying sanity L. O. V.E Whispers.. A face... Taunting; in, out.. … Continue reading #112
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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