From the day you decided to leave to the day you actually left. I broke down into a hundred thousand ways . Each time your gestures tried to hint at the coming of the end, I chose to turn a blind eye to them. I agree with you that it was not your fault but … Continue reading Broken

Homes and Hands and Hugs

I know nineteen is the time when all our troubles seem endless. A broken heart, an empty pocket and a bruised ego is what we burden our soul with. I know, it is the time when we can see nothing but a gloomy future and a dented present. But there is something that I know … Continue reading Homes and Hands and Hugs