Quiet

I started to say something. You did ask. Telling me that at some point I had to open up and let you into my world. The words came out slowly, and I tried to say everything as clearly as I could, digesting the fact that I was indeed giving this a chance. To let someone…

Mistakes

Some stories I would not share, because I knew they would terrify you. Some tales were better off buried six feet under, where they could never hurt you. Where they would stay there, unmoved, hopefully dead. But some would rise back up from the dead, blasting out the dirt and mud, climbing up in rotten…

Replay of Solitude

by Devina One song it plays. One. And happiness fades out. What lies in a song? Is it the lyrics? The melody? The muse? Or is it the person you miss in those words? One movie and your palms sweat cold. Dialogues and tales you witness, characters whose tragedies mirror yours. Is it the one…