1.1.15

- contemplating giving up meat and alcohol
- loving her.
- writing

31.12.14

sab kuch chheen le gaya wo,
dost jis fakir ko bula baitha mein.

.

Same old (new).
Wishing I weren't.

.

It'd be great to have a night where I don't really have to cry myself to sleep.

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.

Control

I often don't send that message, tweet, post.
I often don't do an act.
I often don't make that call.
I often don't say something.

The thought to, however, I realise I still have little control over.

Is that enlightenment, that control on the thought itself. That ability to not only control my actions, but to control what I write on the whiteboard in my mind.

Not that I seek it, but if I were, I am clearly failing.