“P E O P L E”

It’s beautiful when lives of unlikely people come together, maybe different by age, maybe different by attitude or maybe different by passion. I mean we have people who can complete our sentences, but we also need people who can actually change our sentences, give us better words, better vocabulary. We need the kind of humans…

Oblivious Days

How smiling at your neighbour is now just a muscle memory, yet you do it differently every time, sometimes wider than the others actually, another oblivious day…

Note to Self on the bad days

You are an emotional quicksand and not everyone knows it. But it’s real, and that’s what matters. Today you are with me and we are in a valley, A beautiful valley like those from your unfinished paintings, Because every time you wanted to complete them, you felt a hole within you… The tea contours and the…