This is a post that was written by Utsav Raj, and he writes about the things that I harbour within the depths my heart and soul better than I could ever. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I have. Draft 4 (HER) He had beautiful eyes. Not the kind which makes you … Continue reading Damn, your eyes.
[Part Two] "Promise me, Nerea. Promise me that you'd take better care of yourself." he watched me from across the table whilst he bore holes into my skull. I smiled at his worried expression and chuckled, trying to relieve the tension evident in his furrowed brows and tight shoulders. "I promise, Mio. I promise to … Continue reading 02 | Our Tangled Intersection
[ Part One ] It started out just the same as any other day. The bitter scrutiny of myself that was probably insurmountable even by religious rituals or faith. The constant melancholic feeling that refused to recede from my chest. Everything was familiar to me, nothing too cumbersome for somebody as herculean as I. Or … Continue reading 01 | Our Tangled Intersection
◤ OUR TANGLED INTERSECTION ◥ August 12th, 1:36PM He doesn't give me butterflies in my abdomen, he gives me butterflies in my chest and where my heart is supposed to be. It spreads like icy wildfire, with a lightness in its searing cold flames that flutters slightly in the void of emptiness inside of me. It makes … Continue reading 00 | Our Tangled Intersection