Crosswave

“You know who would’ve met you halfway? A worm whose tail wasn’t caught in a trap. And I am a worm that is bait. If we must meet, you have to cover the entire distance yourself. On foot. There will be patches of grassy land and there will be miles of white sands scorching under…

Love. As I knew it.

1 I like the look of spring in some lanes in my city. The one outside my alma mater for example, is gorgeous. It is lined with old souls – trees – that have been witness to many stories, secrets, lives, travels, suns and moons, rains and rainbows. They’ve been home to ants scurrying about…