she was a 'wanderess.' thus, she didn’t care about money, only experiences – whether they came from wealth or from poverty, it was all the same to her. – roman payne
When the clock stuck 12:01 this New Year’s I told myself I would come back to those things that filled me with joy. I would drop the needle upon some vinyls more often, curl in my favorite corner listening the raindrops drum against the window. I would get lost within a world of words on […]
From the moment my Mom bought her ticket, I knew Prague was on our list. I was completely bewitched by Prague during the bitter winter, it had winding streets and pastel facades that never faded from my frosted memories. Krakow was now stored in our suitcases as we begun to glide over rusted tracks. Heavy-headed beers […]
It’s been around eight months now or two hundred and twenty eight days, if you wish to be exact. I have found myself recently reflecting, struggling and of course… growing. My pen though has been paralysed in my hand refusing to tell my stories and I couldn’t pinpoint what the antecedent was. I have a […]
a wanderess tale 