There was a loud sobbing coming from my living room when I entered my apartment. I looked to my right side, where we’d placed a tiny table. There was an empty metal vase on it. I slightly lowered myself and put my bag down gently. I reached for the vase and quietly grabbed it in... Continue Reading →
Crying Spot
Back when we were younger We had a spot. We had declared it As the crying spot. It was safe And far from the crowd. There, no one could see our tears Or hear our sobs. Words weren't necessary to be said, Hugs were what we gave one another. We used to Sit wordlessly And... Continue Reading →