Month: Mar 2019
I looked at her, mortified and blushing, dug myself deeper into the newspaper. Or that’s what I pretended to only to realise I was holding it upside down. ©boringbug
As I turn off the porch light. I feel like a fragile traveller heart burdened with necessities. Sky searching the chapters of life. That is all, the crudities, the superficiality. Yes and yet, I shall not forget the privileges of the time gone by in the long, stream of eternity. Left cold to die. ©boringbug
His ubiquitous self destroyed within. (c)boringbug
Attempt not to fathom an ocean full of secrets Or a woman’s heart. (c)boringbug
5 Rules of blogging that even smart people get wrong
This is for people who have been writing for years.
My life, sunset to the backdrop of a temple. (c)boringbug