I have few words left in my mouth. I want to write about something that hurts from within but I have lost the capability of letting go. So let it be. I find it hard to accept death even though it's the ultimate truth. Death of anyone, any kind makes me anxious. It churns my … Continue reading Day 6 ~ Journal Entry
Boredom
It falls upon a clock. A patchwork quilt cover between my fingers. Boredom as you call it, numbness as I perceive it. We both dwell on the extremes of our behaviour as poppy seeds sow sadness. Walk. Go out. It crawls upon my spine, breaking my ribcage apart. I watch a dissected heart running on … Continue reading Boredom
The Poetic Elixir 
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