By: Vaisakh E. Hari Sitting on a cliff overlooking a meadow, I am suffocated by the chain forged by myself, deep in the insecurities of my mind. The price of my safety weighing heavily on my limbs, a painful reminder…
By: Vaisakh E. Hari Sitting on a cliff overlooking a meadow, I am suffocated by the chain forged by myself, deep in the insecurities of my mind. The price of my safety weighing heavily on my limbs, a painful reminder…