Addiction
A short essay, photo credit: bdg.
No answers or reasons
In loving memory of my brother, my friend, my bhai.
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Para las mujeres que no saben lo que valen. photo credit: bdg
At the border
I make my way to the cafe. I catch a sight of myself in a window reflection. I rather ignore it, no point in allowing her to ruin this moment. Once I reach the person I'm meeting up with, I cannot ignore her any longer. Instant regret on the outfit that-in my distorted mind- makes me look bigger than I already am. Silence her. Silence her. Silence her.
A Writer on the Road 