Like Paper Boats on a Rainy Afternoon

Walking through the corridors of my own thoughts, I see myself in different timelines. One of them made a big mistake. I look at him in the eye and ask him "What is going on inside your head?" It's raining heavily outside and he has a paper boat in his hand. He said "Walk with … Continue reading Like Paper Boats on a Rainy Afternoon

Comfort Zone

The black guitar laying next to a book shelf allured me. It was untouched and out of tune. It's dusty too. I don't know how to play it, but I have it at my home. It is ridiculous. I wanted to break it into a million pieces. There were people around me and I didn't … Continue reading Comfort Zone