- whimsy: storyteller -

no longer

Sometimes, I wonder if it applies to me too. I wonder if the phrase - "too late to go back", holds true for me too. Maybe I have changed so much, pretended so long, lied so deep and come so far - that there is no going back. And maybe there never was...ever since I… Continue reading no longer

- whimsy: storyteller -

waiting

𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺~𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘶𝘳 She stood in the rain. Little droplets of water drenched her hair, her skin and her dress. With time, the droplets became larger and the rain fell more heavily. She was waiting for him. Soon, the sprinkling turned into a torrential downpour. The… Continue reading waiting