Rage, rage against the dying light. ~ Dylan Thomas I have a secret, one that you can only dream of. Or rather, you can only …
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Be the Voice that Echoes
Rage, rage against the dying light. ~ Dylan Thomas I have a secret, one that you can only dream of. Or rather, you can only …
Between the hours of two and four, there is a soft spot in time where everything pauses, and I’m finally able to live in the …
You can’t undo the past. A phrase that reveals a harsh reality. As much as we want, we can’t change what has been. Sometimes it’s …
There is an old farmhouse that exists solely on the burnt photograph edges of childhood memory. The sort where it tastes almost like a dream …
Emotions – The Mask of Our Shadows Emotions— Our mental state is something that is no stranger to us. It is how we truly feel …
History books will always dictate about the great men who have shaped the world to be what it is today. The question is, what about …
The art of a storyteller has always been performance. The curtains draw, the stage rises – a floating sea of burnished wood and plank above …
Saturday was the rumour of a thunderstorm. The radio garbled as the interference grew even worse, until the words of the newscaster became barely decipherable. …
Every day, every minute, every moment is an act of self-discovery for me. My waking moments are a study; a study of myself, of others, …
Hope was a fickle means. An inkling that transcended many heights. Hope that battled with time which was on the verge of crumbling to soulless …