I was once despised by the rich night-like hue of my skin, until it was realized that I offered a glimpse of the stars through my mind.
—Tshombe Sekou
In efforts to remember who we are, we have stretched our identity—becoming as bridges gripping two continents—stretched across an ocean filled with millions of our ancestors looking up at us…
—Tshombe Sekou
whispers in a nineteen year old mind
Power Of Thinking can create Miracles
.Welcome to my Metaphors.
Seeking Truth
A music review site
Blog and Poetry. A Story in the Making.
Oh! Take a shit, read a story. - My Mother on flash fiction
We curse our scars when all they ever did was try to heal us.
Is this it?
My sarcastic travels through life while trying to remain true to myself and not kill others.
This Blog is about discovering the magic of forests in every aspect of life from a small plant in a metropolis to the forests themselves
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"ONE HELL OF A WRITER"--Derrick Jensen, award-winning author of Endgame~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
by Hina Khan Palwasha
A journal forever stitched into the abyss of the internet
Words. Photographs. Power.
