The words plundered the nooks of my thoughts: I do. I become. I am. I need. I want. I have. They calcified and set themselves to tiny stones in areas I couldn’t always swim to and reach when my eyes were closed. But I knew they were there, evolving. They are there creating a lakeContinue reading “Plundered”
A collection of my writings. A spool of thoughts undone.
Beisan's Burble 