It’s not you who has the weapon to kill me. I’m just handing over you the knife I stab myself with in seasons of emptiness. But I guess I chose you, for you have got a nice aim.
Strangling myself at the hand of ropes tugging me between the inside and the outside. I may not be a channel it seems, but an abused bridge.
If I had borrowed all those hours at night I have been sleepless I would have given time some extra ticks to run and lend it to my day. Maybe not run, maybe go slower. So the world for once would consider commas over full stops. Pauses over ends.
Not everyone has the adventurous versatility Not everyone has the spark Maybe some are the dull yellow street lamps always falling on the same street Casting the same shadows Reflecting the same sketchy road. And they could be happy with that. Maybe they are not the river rafting riders But humming legs dipped in a […]
What if I didn’t know what living was So would breathing count as fine? What if I didn’t know what love is Would making people smile count as fine? What if I didn’t know what anger was Would aching myself for someone’s mistakes count as fine? What if I didn’t know what fear was Would […]
I woke up. How could I possibly wake up though? Is this heaven? The white walls of hospital seemed like a bright room to be in, for an instant I thought I had been dead and at peace. Realising, unfortunately my suicide attempt failed, now i not only had to face my parents but also […]
I’m the voice you can’t hear because your headsets are up. I’m the breeze you cannot feel because the windows are closed. I’m the fragrance that is an allergy. I’m a cure for which the disease has not been discovered. I’m the existence in denial because it doesn’t seem to fit. I’m everything consisting of […]