BLOSSOM GRAM

  Chères Filles, I am a man! Or maybe on the way to becoming one but I have my pants on and the shirt kinda fits. The shoes are still big and I am yet to fill them but I believe I will at some point. I am still searching for the perfect cardigan to go with the outfit of the perfect man in my head. But the evolving man or rather the evolving boy that I am happens to be a son, a brother to one girl who is always on my neck about things like cologne (I still think my choice is better!), and also a friend. I was graced with a cute face or so I hear (PS. My grandmother said so, hence all other opinions saying otherwise are false) and I have been surrounded by girls since I was young. I think girls walk around with cuteness in their pockets but I just happen to be walking among them. (This is funny). I always enjoy their company. I’ve spent maybe 75% of my current age with them but I am yet to figure them out. Girls or rather women are easy to understand but also very hard to interpret w

  I wanna turn back time, Tell you I’m wrong, Don’t wanna waste my nights, Singing sad songs, I’ll spend a lifetime wishing I’d stayed But it’s a little too late to tell you that, babe. How could I let you fall through my hands? I should have held you when I had the chance, I’ll spend a lifetime wishing I’d stayed, But it’s a little too late to tell you that, babe.   Alhabib Ghalia, I have placed a lot of thought into my first piece this year but I just couldn’t shake the urge to write about how it’s been 1 year, 3 months, and 27 days since she left. I brought it upon myself or rather I could have handled things differently but I didn’t. Well, the right words are I did not know how to handle the situation differently and the only way I knew how to sort the issue out was not good. So, whom should I blame? Myself or me from 484 days ago. Yellow : She was naïve Grey : Who Yellow : Me from a while back Grey : Was she naïve though Yellow : Yes, I was stupid at the time Grey : Hmmm… Did you