If I am to remember,what does that truly mean? Does it mean to remember the guns fired,to watch the scarlet blood gleam,or to touch the spirits who are still alive today,and hold them in high esteem? If I am to remember,what am I to forget?For it is difficult to say I am sorry,when we have […]More
I write things then say them out loud. Sometimes, I don't - and that's how they end up here.
As humans, we didn’t grow up,we grew out of the ocean,floated to the topto join the brine and enjoy the sunshine.Our fins,unraveled into lungs,we learnt thesecret of breathand held the taste of airon the backs of our tongues.We danced across the shores,with sand between our toes.And that was our legacy. Now, I’m here. Where they […]More