I imagine you as hash under my fingernails. A heady reminder of the night that was, hard to remove, harder to forget. I come traipsing back to you, like an addict, somehow each time hungrier for more. Your effect lingers, in the way I look at myself in the mirror, in the way I do […]
Tell me about your day
about how you took your chai
and whether the cigarette lit up on the first try (…)
It’s a bad night. It’s a really bad night. All of it – the composure, the maturity with which I’ve handled the past month and a half – is slipping away. It feels like a farce and my insecurities laugh in my face that I was ever fool enough to believe that I could truly […]
I’m learning to make peace with loneliness. It has never been a friend of mine. I love its sibling, space. There is a very thin line between getting your own space and being lonely. I need time for myself, completely alone, every day, to be a sane person when in company. But the trouble is, […]
There’s not much to say
That hasn’t been said
Let’s just say – there’s a sword over my head. (…)
You’re a sliver.
A sliver of ash.
A sliver of ash from the fire that comes when a spark ignites. (…)
Never thought this day would come about. (…)
It’s a normal day.
Do I know something’s coming?
Maybe not. (…)
I remember you.
The lines on your face.
The crease of your smile.
The constant wetness of your eyes. (…)
I have been down this road,
Oh, too many times before. (…)