Few Words: Tender

Tender You are tender to me Like a prayer forming from reluctant lips I speak your name Love always, Esha ❤

Thoughts: Lit Cigarette

Photo by Prateek Katyal on Pexels.com Lit Cigarette I don’t know why a work shift drags like a lit cigarette puffed on by a chain smoker with decaying teeth. But today was the longest, most grueling 8 hours of a rather mundane life… Maybe it’s because I left my cash at home and labored through … Continue reading Thoughts: Lit Cigarette