The city begs me to see her once again. I am lost in its mesmerizing lights, spoiled by its back-alley crypts which promise me sanctity from the ceaseless storms. FacebookGoogle+TwitterLinkedin
“The heat makes minds wander.” FacebookGoogle+TwitterLinkedin
I just keep getting older. I cannot stifle the process of age. The days pass and I am weaker, more wrinkled, more defined, taller, more articulate. I will eventually begin to crumble. But these...