Blog - Frames of Ink

That torn, faded blue bedsheet is still there, longing for someone else’s touch. She was lying […]

I was walking down the street when it hit me. Memories. It began with the smell— […]

I am tired. Tired of waking up to the same alarm at the same time every […]

Flies have started hovering around the drain where thoughts flow. Within its depths, only corpses remain. […]

I am scared to open my window, ever since they raised a concrete wall across from […]