January 6, 2015


The light in his eyes was not a mere reflection of the surroundings. His pupils burned with unwavering hope, insatiable desire, and infinite curiosity — an everlasting flame that originated deep within, from the very fabric of his soul. In the darkest and coldest of nights, I’d often find myself conversing with this remarkable boy and basking in his warmth.


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  1. I’ve said this too many times but you are a remarkable writer! Is the boy in post yourself? 😛 😛 😛

    • Thanks!

      And no. Describing myself like that would be very narcissistic and untrue. However, I know few guys like that.


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