i can’t think of any. By: a.y.m

to the numb ones. p.s: Winters are here. So am I. By: a.y.m

By a.y.m

Worth the trade. By: a.y.m.

You can be all prepared and life can yet take a course in uncertain direction. Perhaps, at the end it’s how you celebrated the sail. By: a.y.m

✨ By: a.y.m

I will always remember us as this. By: a.y.m

a love note from miles away up-to the Skies. By: a.y.m

celebrating the raw-unapologetic-selves. By: a.y.m.

to the rebel ones. Source: a.y.m https://instagram.com/_arcane22?igshid=uvsk54twbnmx

'One last thing' about us. By: a.y.m

to the love for a city left or maybe to the love for home miles away and people lost. By: a.y.m

By a.y.m

This piece of writing is so dear. By: a.y.m

to the third interlude of our Soul's Life. By: a.y.m

It isn't here to stay ... By: a.y.m

to the abysmal World standards of beauty. By: a.y.m

The tininess of us. The enormity of us. By: a.y.m