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Reblogged from Too many words against a dictionary: Language is no barrier. Language is no wall. Language is as many streams, some wide, some thin, some small, All drifting to the lake. To stand upon the shore, To watch the … Continue reading →

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Fishmarket close – not popular for walks – its steepness fascinates people into just peeking at the small street. Not many dare to walk down as if it’s restricted for ‘rebels’ only. If one feels unstable on the slope of … Continue reading →

Fair Maidens adorning in glorious fashion, Daughters, sisters, lovers all, each etched, Carved into timeless graves, dusk eyes settled, Looking outwards softly onto the dusty trails, Timeless entities, islands in the shifting seas All the lost glances to thy beauty, … Continue reading →

Chase The Devil   He lived in a pretty central location, Central-West, nice area. About half a mile away from the properly expensive side of town, real Cosmopolitan, y’know? Across from the subway station, too. Five minutes away from supermarkets. … Continue reading →

The room I ran into was full of the yellow light of my mother’s vanity mirror and the heavy scent of perfume. I stopped abruptly in front of the mirror to gently finger the colourful glass bottles holding the scent; … Continue reading →

Her hands are long and grey and shaking. There are five steps between us. One; two; three; four; five. There are five steps between us. But I don’t think her legs will carry her down. She’s holding something red against … Continue reading →