The Reflection of I

Everyday I move closer to the edge thinking this is the edge, I hear myself say this is my edge. This where I end and all else begins, only ...

Talk and talk we do. But how much do we really convey? Rather, how much do we choose to convey? I guess, most of the talk we do is holl...

I have a heart, that beats that hops skips and jumps at the very sight of you that dances a little when it's your time to come tha...

More often than I should, I think about it. About, just how conveniently it would cease all my worries. About, how going through just anot...

Last Saturday, I got a beautiful red black dress. It was the kind of dress that you look at - on the mannequin and just have to have. I wa...