From the man who waits

Five months ago, I lost my best friend and sister to broken communication, without a single word as she passed from my life. Three months ago, I graduated with two seemingly useless bachelor degrees and moved back home to struggle for work. Eleven weeks ago, someone I’ve always cared much about, reached out to me on... Continue Reading →

Helplessness

There is only one thing a blind man can be beside a weeping angel. I fear helplessness, doing and being able to do nothing. For me, this often means not being able to speak, unable to move or open my mouth, trapped in a silent frost like Han Solo. Screaming and pushing with all my... Continue Reading →

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