Scribbles
This is where I empty my darkness.
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
31.12.14
sab kuch chheen le gaya wo,
dost jis fakir ko bula baitha mein.
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
.
Same old (new).
Wishing I weren't.
Monday, December 29, 2014
.
It'd be great to have a night where I don't really have to cry myself to sleep.
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Matryoshka
breakfast with a queen, of porridge and tea. memories of a time, the life force that sustains me.
Of One
This image, so beautiful yet painful, so hopeful yet crushing, lingers, in waking and slumber.
Vivid and clear as if it were in front of me.
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