Wearing a wide smile, I ring the doorbell. Your doorbell. You open the door. You see me and smile back, maintaining the balance. I see the glare in your eyes which tempts me yet tells me to do my job. So, I do. I deliver your letter. Also, I tip myself with a longer standstill … Continue reading The Designated Doorbell
All Black
"It's all black." I whispered to myself. It was 3 in the night and I was the only company for myself to enjoy, or not. So I did not. Before settling with this lonely miserable scenario, I referred to my contact list with a pale hope of finding a number to dial, or maybe text. … Continue reading All Black
The 2 AM Glory
It's 2 am and I write, again. Not for you, not for me, but for the eyes that seek it. I'm not drunk-writing this either, like an assumption you might make. This is the 2 am script in which a slept soul solemnly speaks sober to another one. It swims across the lands that feel … Continue reading The 2 AM Glory
The Road 