The tree which never grew~

A cup of madness, with two cubes of lunacy.

Toast and Cheese.

Day Three, Life one. The song written in the previous post was one of my favourites, which comes under my music category, "I cannot sleep however I will cry myself to sleep". I'm talking about five years ago. When I was... Continue Reading →

My Girl.

Dear Patricia, I have loved you from the time I put my bread in the toaster and until it popped up. I knew it was real right from when your fingers grazed my hand while you asked me to pass... Continue Reading →

Toasties for Day Three.

"I've waited a hundred years But I'd wait a million more for you Nothing prepared me for What the privilege of being yours would do If I had only felt the warmth within your touch If I had only seen... Continue Reading →

Toast and Cheese.

Day two, Life three. Never seek to tell thy love Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind does move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart, Trembling, cold,... Continue Reading →

Toast and Cheese.

Day one, Life two. His voice calms me. In my tempestuous mind, his voice is the only thing that calms me in the darkness; or rather the deep dark tunnel and he's the light, his voice. Not like a calm... Continue Reading →

Toast and Cheese is an epistolary series on this blog, which documents different stories from different people but most of the time, it carries the same story from the same people only with different perceptions of it. There might be... Continue Reading →

Losing it.

"So don't go away, say what you say ¬†But say that you'll stay ¬†Forever and a day in the time of my life..." They say I've lost it a long time ago. Perhaps it went sailing on a boat and... Continue Reading →

Missed calls.

I am ashamed of the number of calls I don't answer in a day. Honestly I'm a bad person, no horrible one. Not that it pricks my conscious but it's not my fault I got phone anxiety. At the end... Continue Reading →

A dead girlfriend’s letter.

Am I really not the one for you? Or are you just blind. Don't you see we aren't compatible for each other, but for our minds. I've carried you in the pages of my note book, and whenever I'd get... Continue Reading →

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