
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 Continue reading 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 Continue reading Memory
There are hopes and dreams speechless talks it may be, not bound by blood, for it’s not a test but revenge of mine in the aftermath. (c)boringbug Continue reading Aftermath
Sometimes it’s better to leave the pages of history blank. Some excerpts are better off unwritten. Better off as an “unwritten diary”. Continue reading The Unwritten Diary
Some incidents leave a lasting impression on us. While there are some which grant us the wish of a lasting companion in the form anonymity and compassion. The following is one such story of anonymity, finding and compassion: «Oh man! That is so not cool. He shouldn’t have done that to her.» I was watching a movie with a friend of mine. «I know, right? He … Continue reading The day I met Tony – by Crucio Girl