I write because I read. I read because I write.
As of the moment You surely know how our hands feel powerless, as if we sailed too far from our familiar land, stuck amidst the blue vast sea of uncertainty we are not sure how deep, how long will this salted wilderness be. An anchor weighs heavy yet can keep ships steady amidst a brutal… Continue reading steady anchor
He walks ahead of me with his old rucksack and a carton box he asked from a store owner politely. A couple, giggling in front of him, stopped laughing to cross the road, perhaps afraid of his dirt-filled skin. I trace his steps under the faint moonglow not to say a shy hello, but to murmur… Continue reading the definition of home
