If objects had a voice, they would not stand still. Perhaps they would form groups and chatter and laugh, their voices will pass through the windows, across the walls of next room, and to the backyard in unison. The floral linen fabric in my closet will desire to visit gardens, and accompany flowers;sunflowers and daisies.… Continue reading If objects had a voice..
and for the first time, this stillness of night feels heavy on my heart. tonight, it seems as if the blackness itself is showcasing me of my misery in my life. -SHREYA