My mind, like silkworm, spins yards and yards of entangled thought.
When I write, I spindle them into threads that carry traces of truth from my heart.
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For Whom I Play,
"ask not for whom does the bell tolls, it tolls for thee" - John Donne.
For whom I play, it plays f...
lucid
Dream journal, jotting down dreams that brings significant meaning to me. Prying into my dreams, diving into...
Weather
Description adds the cri in cringe. To read the description is to cut half the fun in the story.
But if you...