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”
It’s therapeutic, they say when you pen down what ails you. Why, then I’m lost in this maze of words every time I write my thoughts out.… Read more “Conversations I”
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.