photo credit-Ankita.G Splintered Fingers bleed, trying to pick the shards off the soul. Splinters break the skin, letting the blood out. Trickle of warm emotions soothes the heart, and deceives it with a false hope of caring. Gush of memories…
Day: April 20, 2012
Running out of words…
Running out of words. This year I decided to go all out and let my creativity ooze out of all my pores. I took the informed and conscious decision to participate in…