Oh dear lover I show you my soft spot, where i would hurt the most and the next thing I know is you plunge a knife there. Your knife in my most vulnerable spot, I groan, You complain "why would you

This is a piece of my journey to balance my love for literature with the reality of social life.

Sometimes, the Muse doesn't come to visit for a while and you are forced to be your own inspiration.

An Introductory post. A glimpse into my persona