The Sunset Speaks For Itself

She gave me two choices. To take or to leave the sun. It set ever so slowly beyond the horizon.

A melancholic sight.

The Unspoken Charade's End

All tremor vanished as words soft as rain whispered unto trepid people.
Four words in ten minutes, carefully selected, fearfully spoken.
Words burning deep unto one's soul. Etched unto every fiber of their being.


Words we cannot take back.

The Human Puzzle

I think you'll need a lot of patience to piece together the me's I and other people scattered.

Please don't give up.