The Designated Doorbell

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

Not In Love

I would have begun by saying how beautiful you were and how sassy you seemed to me the first time we met, but let's kill the clichés, shall we? The artistry of the randomness when two strangers meet is both unconventional and inevitable. And in both aspects, you were a firestone who had expelled me … Continue reading Not In Love