I am awake , wide awake. The oil in my lamp is slowly vanishing into thin air, my hair smell like fresh daisies and my hands …Empty!...

She is just like the moon, full of scars, imperfections and loneliness. Yet she shines the brightest amongst the empty flickers of...

Where should I look for you, In the heart? Or the brain? In the artist's art? Or somewhere in the train? What should I do? Look for...