A raging force floats in the physical with effects so intense, it rattles and over takes virtually every corner of our blue sphere. For many years, hands have toiled hard and brains have thought harder to enchant and reserve a part of this force. Even now, the hunt only multiplies. But it is no animal, hunting is a waste of efforts. Continue reading “System beats sweat.”
Question: How are you?
Answer: I’m fine. Continue reading “How are you?”
They aren’t vertical, they are crooked from its entrance. Continue reading “The well from within.”
I crawled from the hole of regret and with the back of my palms, I covered my face in shame. Continue reading “Sons of the Father.”