The pains of being human sometimes sip out your thoughts from the imaginative groaning eyes of the world. The sun itself is an illusion of abysmally dead hope. We sort for meaning to live while leav…
An Ode To My Mother
Nne, know, there is nothing I would not do for you. Your strength and resilience are silent examples, making me a miniature of you. who says ‘Super’ has to be a man when the ‘S’…