As I was rambling around the neighbourhood , I saw black roses. I rubbed my eyes twice to make sure I wasn’t daydreaming again. In vain; there were black roses in Mr’s Clock Garden. In fact, rumors have been swirling the suspicious death of his wife “ Maléna”. They have been married for years , […]Lire la suite de "Black roses…"
“Artists use lies to tell the truth. Yes, I created a lie. But because you believed it, you found something true about yourself. “ Jazz music soothes my soul and breaks my very limitations. However, my interest in jazz isn’t a complete motivation in itself. In fact, pure wholeness existence is to be […]Lire la suite de "Emotionless…"
Crossing the road does not seem like a big deal. My uncle Frank whose name does not fit his corrupted nature; once said “Child, you can’t think while crossing! You just do it as fast as you could…” My uncle Frank was good at not showing interest. Yes, Morality has been just crushed. Not to […]Lire la suite de "The justice reminder…"