Blues, Greys and Hope.

At least, I am trying.

Forgotten Drafts CH6- ‘Odd’.

We do live our lives with our heads up in the clouds the entire time.

Methods and Things.

There is no 'process' here.

23!!!

I am slowly making my way...

New Moon.

We grow in phases or we fall apart.

No Way Out.

Words no longer mean to me what they once did.

Graves of Past.

Why do we ever hold on to the dead?

Of Stars And Fate.

What words shall ever be enough?

A Little Heart-to-Heart.

Take all the time you need to feel better.

It’s Quiet For Now.

We've somehow run out of things to talk about.

I Have A Theory.

Just another random thought that I wanted to put out there.

All I Offer.

Vulnerable for all eyes that see.

“Flawed”.

Look past the ordinary.

‘Buried’.

Why do we keep holding so much back?

The Plea of a Writer.

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

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