.

dont remember the last time i was genuinely happy for more than a 10 day stretch.

.

Of a wolf.

green

jealous of how soon you have him mingling with your circles,
and how soon you're mingling with his.

jealous of how he has your hand to smell whenever he wants,
and how you choose only to smell his.

239am

would this not be the easier way out for us all, i wonder.

Sunshine

I miss laying next to you and gazing at you, while the sun gradually made its way up my back.

I miss acting like a fool when sick, trying to make you smile,

I miss how your little finger would curl, how your toes'd twitch,

I miss the sight of your curled up on the whole bed, after a long day of work,

I miss the glint in your eye as you wait to see how I like the parantha you made,

I miss the cut onions and the lime, the salt and the thaali,

I miss the sunshine. I miss you, miss. 
For you are my sunshine.

survive

I have one bag with me right now. And a little thing for my spare shoes.


I have nowhere to go. Yet, I could go anywhere.
I don't need anything that's not in that bag to survive, right now.

This freedom is terrifying me.

Spending this whole day in a tea shop, all by myself, without a clue where I will lay my head down tonight.
Not even thinking about it too much.


Lose. Lose everything.

Happy Birthday to me.

30-01

Death.

An end.
An escape.
A challenge.
An answer.
A reprieve.
A celebration.
A catastrophe.



So many things to so many people. Your own death could be one of these to you, but what it will be to her, to him, to them?

What matters?

What your life is to ___?
What your life will be to ___?
What your death is to ___?

Who matters?

Him?
Her?
Them?
No one?

Death.