16.02.2020

Each year, I write a short post in your honour (except last year) and this year shouldn't be any different. We have come a long way, you and I. Our mutual crushing has stood the test of time. I feel like as the years go by, we grow close, then drift apart, and somehow, draw…

Deadbeat

It's been a year and half since I lost my father. Not literally anyway. But people don't need to know that.People ask questions. And sometimes, most times, they are not ready for the answers. Even if they were, I am not. Not yet anyway. They don't need to know that. There were no goodbyes. I…