A short story “What do you want from me”, she said, faking some kind of innocence. “I only want someone to chat with”, he answered, hoping his words sounded as honest as possible. Both loners were nothing but lost creatures trying to find some sense of belonging in this troubled…

Aunque no lo creas, incluso tú podrías hacerlo sin que te dieras cuenta “No puedo creer que lo que escribes; eso que cuentas, tenga algo de verdad” Para empezar, ¿podrías definirme tú qué cosa es la verdad en internet? En Asia, por ejemplo, hay una buena cantidad de influencers, que…

A little prose poem I am not bound by any kind of egoistic desire. I just crave the sweet touch of your fingers. Nude, just waiting for you to get inside me. Touch me with the warmth of your tongue. I am burning inside. Want to feel it? Fill me…

No matter if you think that everything has been lost. There is always some kind of hope, even among the deepest darkness. …

Glory to the heaven-sent who is here to help broken souls. There are one more reasons to live when you realize the power of good souls. No everybody can see them, but they are, in fact, real. Suddenly, you will feel lighter than ever. You are floating. Nothing can weigh…

Maybe one day, I will understand those cheesy love poems. Maybe one day, I will find the true connection all poets long for, But for today, I am enjoying my inner peace with no boundaries. Flowing just like the softest wind of the early morning. My own best friend, same…