Blue Weekdays

I sit on the this chair and look round, so many cubicles, huge hall rounded up with walls in shades of blueish and white,  constant murmurings of unfamiliar issues, some related to work, some to probably a  TV show and some even related to alcohol and getting drunk on the weekend. I walk to stretch my … Continue reading

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Beauty of my life

I can always think about us sometimes with love and joy and sometimes with the distance that makes me cry like a dream, I can always sleep as us wrapped in a single sheet, the warmth of our flesh burning the flame indeed. And then I look at your face the glittering eyes grabs me … Continue reading

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