Where do we go from here? You ask As I stand bent tying my shoes Dusk descends you say Rest we must What’s the point? I say we started with lethargy in our bones, anyway. Where do we go from here? you say as we sit there drinking in the aged sunlight in solitude Where Read more…

Like (almost) every love story, mine too stemmed from hate. I had this uncanny belief that love and hate could coexist. However, as I would realize later in life, love has the power to easily overpower and vanquish our abhorrence of things and people. A few years ago, when I was probably eight or nine Read more…