Literary apprentice. Spaghetti enthusiast. Talk to me:[email protected]
Let the cry of the ancient childhoodseller recall the faint,flickering mirage of memories,the barefooted ghosts of kids…
If ever you had loved melike you said you didlike you said you would
The first time it happens, you’ll be on your way to work. A man’s walking toward you, all hungry grin, and just as you’re…
Film Noir meets Salvador Dali.
Makes me ponder stolen moments in revolutions around the sun.
To some, life is just right. To others, life is imperfect. To me, life is mysterious. Most times, we get what we don’t deserve — good…