These are the moments when

I wish my arms were long enough to reach you and my heart big enough to love away all your pain. But my arms are short and I couldn't even pick up the phone to call you and my heart had grown cold to even notice that you were hurting. And I am here and… Continue reading These are the moments when


I am inclined to think, to blame, to become angry with the way things have turned out. It is easy to point fingers, to throw the blame, to name the person or people responsible. It easy to say what could and could not have probably happened had it been the other way.┬áIt is more difficult… Continue reading