Armor

He sells masks (No, not the COVID kind) on his wooden cart by the river. People from all walks of mind come to buy them now and then. They say he wears one himself, I can’t tell. Yesterday, I saw my father getting one. Now, I want one too. Vendor asks me to come back… Continue reading Armor

One White Corner

Demons, they all have been gathered by me; by my life experiences; gifted to me by the people around me, by you. I am not afraid of them, confronting them is what I constantly try to run away from because otherwise, everything else that I do will start to seem meaningless. They lurk in the… Continue reading One White Corner