Wreathing my life

This is one of my earliest poems when I was very much a novice into this writing thingy, probably 2009. Linking the chain of hurt and betrayal I reach an empty strand Without any bead of sorrow Or any shard of glass to cut my hand I wonder when this time came In the lost … Continue reading Wreathing my life

Are you satisfied with my care?

"Are you satisfied with my care?" One of the things Baymax asks every time he performs a task to alleviate the stress of its user. Yet, you don't ever see anyone in the movie ever paying heed to it. We tend to do things for the people we love in hopes that they will feel … Continue reading Are you satisfied with my care?