The question

Whenever I ask him what's his favourite season. He always smiles following by the shake of his head and a firm hold of my hands. As he knows why I am asking the question even though I've asked it a million times before. It's not that his answer changes, it is always the same as [...]

Too much to take

Deep lines, lips always curling up Broken hope, mountain of efforts She always walks looking down It's too much to look people in the eye Beads of sweat, glistening Fading away green, withering She has stopped watching sunrises For it's too hard to keep joining pieces Nights demands her soul Scorching the same wound Days [...]