Worthless Buyer
A man stops at the signboard of a brothel, letters half-lit in tired neon. He walks in, pays half of what his hands had earned that week, half of...
I'm a thinker, though not always a good one.. I think I'm a flicker, rarely predictable and do not have a schedule or an ambition to write bigger. I write, because sometimes writing leaves a mark in ways nothing else can.. I don't write consistently, but when I do, I feel like the quiet is listening. I don't know how it works, maybe no one does.
As someone once said, “What is written belongs to the beholder.” So maybe it means something. Or maybe it's just words..