Sunday, May 19, 2013

We all have to find a way to survive.
I am not talking about the means of survival.

Sunday, May 5, 2013

One litre of tears

Once upon a time.

If I could, I would.

Saturday, May 4, 2013

the sun bled, and instantaneously the sky became a crimson red.
the swallows cried in pain - sounds so horrifying they pierced through every bone.
one by one, they fell and plunged to their tragic death.
and not a single tear was shed that day.