My Beloved Companion

It’s always the ones we love most we take for granted… and we don’t realise we have taken them for granted until it’s too late. I’m sorry my beautiful companion. It’s like a punch to the┬áchest. Your lungs shrivel, you can’t breathe but you manage one last exhale before the flood of infinite tears takes…

Pride For The Nameless

“Orlando” Even saying it sends shivers down my spine. I close my eyes and I can almost taste the metallic stain of blood in the air. My shoulders retract up to my ears. I am thankful for the silence. Society in my eyes has officially broken. It wasn’t until I got home from my mundane…