Trash Poem.

On my advent to becoming cool,To belong,I tried hard. Often and almost all the time I embarrassed myself with the events that I wish not to recall. Those faces from school, Those names,I had their stories so much glorified in my mind, I used to remain in their awe,Torturing myself for not having the impact

Together.

It’s a poem.

Submerged.

Today, I met you in my way of strolls,I knew it was you at night when all we could hear was silence, crickets and the sound of snores, I met you, a part of me or should say my own heart weeping and beating against my chest, I tried to hold you around in my

Coffee ☕❣️

Photo Credit goes to me 🙂

Nostalgia.

These are the characters of this nostalgic story – me and my siblings.