Prose

Nostalgia

We all ran the corridors together to make sure we were always ahead of the headmaster. If one did get caught, we all took the blame being ready to be held accountable for every one’s mistakes. This unity is something I was willing to give…

Poetry

A friend for life.

Sometimes I look at you, Not taking off that gaze, Upon you I place my sight.   Just to think, How fortunate and blessed I am, To have a friend like you. To have someone to care about.   We could hangout, All day long…