When you thought you were a chapter in someone's story.
See that's the thing about being a writer...
The one after me...
Photo Credits: Annie Spratt and Daria Tumanova
A journey between relapse and homecoming.
Invisible doors. Inaudible foot steps. Yet, she can see the pieces of her body overthrown by the gush of air as she hears the sound of you evaporate into nothingness.
"One step at a time" He told her When they cried for each other over the phone call on a Sunday evening. One step at a time, they began learning to walk all over again. Twelve thousand two hundred and ninety kilometres With one step and another, she sleeps and she walks on the… Continue reading Algorithm
Sometime you sympathise for others to feel better for yourself.