On The Brink.

Waiting for my crescent to be whole again.

Voices in the Dark.

We never know our way around.

The Same, Old Songs.

In distant memories and forgotten dreams...

At the End of the Day.

Somewhere I’d rather be than here.

Echoes in the Distance.

Draped in a tattered, old shroud.

Reflections.

If only what was within was easy to find.

Breaking Surface.

The ghost of a memory hot on our trails.

Away with the Clouds.

Until the next bout of rain...

New Moon.

We grow in phases or we fall apart.

“Flawed”.

Look past the ordinary.

One of Your Kind.

What gives your work that something extra?

This Time, Last Year.

A reminder to be kinder to yourself today.

The Plea of a Writer.

We just want to know whether our words are going somewhere.

Numbers.

TL;DR: Be nicer to the artists around you.

A Weekend Q/A: Session 3.

Here are the questions that I got.

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