The days were painted into lilacs when acts and scenes were at its place Well structured, disciplined, outlined days. Transforming paleness grows into numbness, Saturated lights, dims your eyes. Turning the phases all into darkness, Abstract thing comes out when I brain storm. As like the sound waves, Life has crest and trough. From flesh to skeleton till ashes, You will see you burn.
Just a mind with a pen (or keyboard) wandering through thoughts, stories, and slices of everyday life. I write like I talk: honest, creative, and a little bit whimsical. This blog is where my words find their way into the world: sometimes deep, sometimes light, always real. Welcome to my corner of curiosity and casual creativity!