Expressing my emotions, experiences and thoughts through writing. To Read is to Fly. Ideas, shared experience and the fruits of many inquiries.

Stories of Charles Seth Ofori. My fingers tremble as I look at them. They do not tremble out of anger. They tremble out of fear, out of terror of something that I cannot run away from, no matter how far I go. Sometimes, I hate myself. It is odd to think that, in being forced to grow up wit.

Obuom - ART and POETRY. CARA SISKOVA LE CHIC DOMESTIC GODDESS. Too Loud A Solitude . My heart goes out to babies, who know nothing about this cruel world. Yet could not make it home. To all those drivers,.

I am quite overwhelmed, and what is eating me up a little too much on the side, is what I like to call a bane bouquet. All the damn time? Why nooo, You cannot stop. YOU HAVE GOT TO BE GREAT, OR ELSE. Get to you, and becomes THE REASON WHY. Because, ahis it your greatness? Writer, you have b.

I stared at the text for a while, not knowing how to reply. Sarah was asking about her boyfriend, who happened to be a close friend of mine. The phone vibrated in my hand. Does he seem uninterested? .

Magnified roars of an infinite dream. About that it has caused me to summon most existing and non-existent creatures? I basically want to convince you to see tomorrow as a paradox. Paradox is even a cliche. I want you to see tomorrow as a shadow of today. I want to convince you that tomorrow is actually today manifesting itself in a different manner.