Year of Sorrow


I knew in the noiseless echo of your steps The cords ran deeper. I knew it in the marks of time no one saw I knew it from the worsening ache to be someone else, anyone else. I knew when the mould cracked and forth came a butterfly

a little something about writing- Momina Arif's Blog

A little something about writing.

Follow my blog with Bloglovin Here’s the thing about this blog, it’s a writing blog. So for my very first blogpost I would like the topic itself to be writing. I want it to be about how ‘writing’ works with perfect examples of what the writing process looks like. First of all it’s the inspiration. […]