A cold breeze passed through my window and fluttered the pages of my old literature book. The night was voiceless and calm but the thunders were loud. I could see the dark clouds forming the gloomy night and moon disappearing and I was still on my couch reading Maya Angelou’s poems. Daniel Caesar’s Japanese Denim Continue reading

” Carpe Diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary” — Dead Poets Society. So many unsaid things on the tip of my tongue but something are better left unsaid; I never told you, but I was falling in love  I will not say it was never meant to be because I believed it Continue reading