Through The Glass Panels
Glass panels form half the walls of this quiet room that I am in. In this eastern end of my country, I am but a dust smacked right in this […]
Glass panels form half the walls of this quiet room that I am in. In this eastern end of my country, I am but a dust smacked right in this […]
3am it was. The time that most people would have walked deep into their lala-land, we were sitting in the park, holding the hands of each other looking into the busy […]