The diary

There was truly something magical about this antique shop. I walked through the door and couldn’t believe my eyes. There was a book, a diary per se. A peculiarly beautiful diary with leather bound hardback consisting of creamy papers yellowed a little by age. A kind of book that must have existed for about twenty…

Stay away from the repulsive forces of the universe

Impractical! Is it not the first word that comes to your mind when you read the title? How can one even avoid the forces of nature or the universe, when we are also a part of it? In part, it stands true. We cannot avoid the existence of the universe, but can we say the…

Love

You were meant to fly love, but all you did, is wither and die. (c)boringbug

Light

Looking in hindsight, the world looks jumbled, as I glance over my shoulder the shadows loom, aware not that I am the light they so desperately seek. (C)boringbug

Memory

There are some words inside of me, folded in a corner, unknown to others. Keen observation and perception seeing through the gauge of confidence as I see you astray through the waves of my memory. ©boringbug

Seven sisters

Longing ahead, a stride of time, leaping through the seven hills, braving the currents, here I sit on the edge of paradigm. (c)boringbug