Yes. Consumed. Period. Inflammable isn’t an attribute, it’s a way of getting burnt.  Hopes. Turmoil. Not over but begun. Ah, just yet. Travel fascinates me, engulfs life over its normalcy and catapults mortals to a perceived cubicle of succumbing dreams. Yes, am fulfilled. Yes, I dream. Yes, I dare. Yes, started. Phases co exist, precludingContinue reading “Plenty.”