The art of not expressing is like hiding storms behind calm eyes, smiles on the surface, but silence screaming inside. The art of not expressing is n...Read more

They ask me— “Why are you so quiet these days?” My reply— Because I was hurt by this cruel world, where dreams break faster than glass, where every ...Read more

They say “Why do you treat your enemies like friends?” Because I never wanted enemies. I never wanted to waste my energy on hate So why should I sear...Read more

They asked me, “What kind of love do you want?” And I replied— I want the kind of love that feels like the ’90s, where everything was slow, where lo...Read more