I need an escape plan - that’s what I said a long time ago. To run as far away as I can, where I can no longer see familiar faces, where I can no longer feel your presence - where I can trace no pain from our memories. Until I forget, forget what was and … Continue reading Escape



As I can hardly thought of, memories are the events we associated with emotions - emotions shape of what we remember of the past, according to what I have learned in school. But I have always thought of memories as something so vivid you could almost smell and touch it - yet blurry you couldn’t … Continue reading Memories