I close my eyes shut, In the hope of a face. A face I long to see. A voice I haven’t yet heard. A scent that makes me grin, And the embodiment of a beautiful soul. I can’t help but contemplate upon the thoughts previously contemplated upon, Through the ravines of time, And the brains […]Read More “A Hand to be Held” by Imaan Siddiq
As you stand in the mirror and stare at a reflection once known better as a human being, but now merely an image, unknown and unsure. You barely see a few streams down your cheek but as you glare straight through the transparency, you know that there are oceans of words unsaid, myriad of sentiments […]Read More Success.