Tag: growing up

I often make allusions to time being an unharnessed entity that is content with sweeping everything and everyone along with it without their consent. More recently I made an observation that: “you can’t keep track of time, but time is surely keeping track of you.” So when the time came for me to drop my […]

The living room was silent with the exception of their disparate breathing and the creaking of the floor. The three of them stood at attention waiting with baited breath. Being in formation was a ritual of sorts for these 3 brothers – standing in chronological order as their father towered over them.   The room […]