Love is over.

As the clock ticks, sadness fill her up. She hates the smell of rain, let alone the sun's rays on her skin. Love is over and now she tries to forget his memories. As dusk sets in, so does the reality of his absence. Nothing lasts forever, a mantra she says to calm her nerves. Love … Continue reading Love is over.


Rainy days

I hate water, not the drinking one but the other, i am sure you want to ask me when i last had a shower, i will be true and tell you early this morning. But i might be lying as well. I did not tell you i showered less than thirty minutes ago, involuntarily, the … Continue reading Rainy days