Why do I feel your absence this much— why does the air thin when you’re not here? It hurts. Too much. Some nights I toss in tangled sheets, longing ...Read more

They say poverty is a thief. But nobody ever mentions how it robs you in broad daylight, hands on your throat, whispering, "You can’t afford to live...Read more

There was a time I thought silence meant safety. That if someone stayed without promises, without labels, it had to mean something. That’s how he ex...Read more