"There is always time to change," my father tells me.
But maybe there isn't anything worthwhile changing myself for.
The jinn looking at me across the other side of the room says otherwise.
it's 3am and it's raining here. not really. that was just in my mind.
i don't really want to know why i'm writing this. consider it a meager collection of rants.
not very cohesive, my thoughts, are.
it's 3am and it's raining here. not really. that was just in my mind.
i don't really want to know why i'm writing this. consider it a meager collection of rants.
not very cohesive, my thoughts, are.
