I drifted to sleep and into a familiar dream.I saw you holding a glass of wine and smiling at a beautiful woman. She was dressed simply yet she was breathtaking. Her eyes were vibrant and honest; her smiles were pure and genuine. She laughed with so much glee, talked with little inhibitions. She looked content and free.She was me.I woke up with a start. I stared at the mirror, at shadows and hollows on my cheeks and eyes...

He took a swig of the whiskey, hoping to dull the ache inside.The illusion that he moved on shattered, demolishing all pretenses he built over time. Like an avalanche, her memories flooded his mind and senses with a vengeance that could destroy his sanity.He felt her alive once again, remembering even the taste of her kisses and the throbbing of old wounds she caused. She was his most beautiful mistake.As the sun was ecli...

Being a kid, no one minds him as he collects wine bottles around the neighborhood.Every night, he carefully takes out a piece of paper and scribbles anything that comes to his mind. Sometimes a rhyme he learned from school. Sometimes a drawing. Most of the time, little stories his mom reads to him at night.At dusk each day, he runs to the shore and places the bottle on the hollow of a huge rock. Then he hides and waits ne...