i. for love is a strong word and never have I stopped questioning its existence,who knows that the might of the non-existent can mean much more than its presenceI don’t think I’ll ever get tired of waiting for my curtain to blow,if my wait is worth the cease of my sorrowii. by the time the wind goes through my neck, her kisses rain on me―and by the time I give out a beck, she lays her head on my knee,though I can’t frame her in their actuality,she’ll always be the best... more

there are some parts of me somewhere in the depth of my mind that are still unwillingly attached to the idea that i will not make it too far- that death will pick me up before anyone even get to witness few wrinkles formed in the corner of my eyes. Though it doesn’t scare me anymore, the melancholic rush it brings me every time reminds me of the fact that nothing is immortal- to me death isn’t the end after all.But whatever feeling I am getting now only gives me more gratitude than... more