Every piece of writing by all those profound writers influence me. For a while I slip into a stupor, drunk in their words, the meaning of life… Read more “Back to Masters”
It’s difficult to understand everything, it’s like reading in shadows, fleeting light from the creeks of windows and doors. Life has become interminably incomprehensible, dried and cracked.… Read more “Angst”
Last night, before I hopped on to one more task to humour my insomnia, I asked, in particular to no one, what is it I want, and… Read more “Night(s)”
Feeling nothing at all was not on cards Feeling everything was dreadful It was not conscious that scares As much as the subconscious Affects.
When I think about you I realised something. I’m the distraction, you can’t afford in your life. Because, I want you to forget everything and just look… Read more “Distraction”
Do I want to ask you to stop, stay? Talk to me. Yes, I do want that, way too often. Almost every time you say you are… Read more “Those Goodbyes… never meant to be”