There’s a city, out there, somewhere in all the fog, cold and pollution. But, all you can see is a path of light going nowhere. Continue reading “City Dark Fog”
Drawing by: yociwrites.com/where the writer is
This is going to be a bit of a rant. It’s been on my mind for a while, and now I think I’ve finally found the words of it. However, I cannot say what follows has a perfect essay structure. To be honest, it’s just going to be me spilling my thoughts and emotions on a virtual piece of paper, published in an online space which sometimes feels like clouds, puffed into the sky to stay there as long as we find them interesting. Continue reading “Reasons Why”
Strangely enough, this old friend of mine, who kindly taught me how to type back in the day, brings out so much from me. Maybe it’s the vintage vibe, or nostalgia, or who knows what. But, as a writer, somehow, my thoughts don’t feel like they’re at home anywhere else, the ideas don’t breathe as easily, but in front of this chest of inspiration.
Story by: yociwrites.com/where the writer is
Photo by: yociwrites.com/where the writer is