I have waited and dreaded this moment where all my memories come rushing back in and all my sins outweigh the suffering I had and nothing I could tell myself will absolve me from my crimes. I can look back and say “I was immature and I didn’t know enough.” But is that enough? ButContinue reading ““Does it make sense” – Nayana Nair”
All that was mine, never was. And all that’s left is only yours. The facts, incidents, and dialogues dissolve. Leaving behind only poems, that cannot be written by these hands.