Darling, Isn’t it possible for us to forget the rest And do what makes us…
Author: Sneha Parash
I am sorry for the mess I’ve created. I am sorry for the mess I’ve become.…
Soon as the sun sets you come. People say they’re scared of you. They think you’ll trap them. They fear you and your intensity. Night is blamed for not being safe nowadays. After all, the monsters with a mask of human face go out to quench their thirst of lust.
I’ve been thinking of the change.
The change which is in me.
The change the world wants.
The change I want in the world.