Each time you slit your wrists and sewed them closed your skin grew stronger. Every scar someone forever a part of you. I don’t know who I am anymore. I have no skin left unscarred, no part of my heart undamaged. But a a damaged heart is better than no heart. And despite the bloody…
Few things are true in life, but death is one of them. We all die; that’s a fact. Among all, some are allowed to be witnesses of their own death. Though, very few people are able to experience the awareness of their own upcoming death. I don’t even know that feeling; but he did. I…
It was not long after I turned 18, I already had a license to drive and my father lent me his car to go to the rehearsal we had with an amateur theater company in which he participated. A little before finishing the essay I received a call from him. His name was Polo and…
