Once upon a time, love changed. It was too tired of the position it held, for years, too tired of sleeping straight, so it twisted a bit- E and V exchanged their positions and now it's read Loev. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- *In conversation with love* “What has changed?” “Everything.” “By just a change in spelling? Why did … Continue reading Loev


Of love and void.

“It always ends in this manner!” “What manner? What are you talking about?” she asked confused. “Oh! It’s nothing. My poetic mind was pained to notice something.” “I understand. You were thinking, and something pricked your mind like a thorn; your emotions were so strong, that you spoke, just like you scream, a reflex I … Continue reading Of love and void.