You’re nothing. You’re everything.
Rather that turning someone away, shutting them down a little more, pushing them farther into the depths, why not talk?
If I was supposed to die today, what would I not give to not feel the desperation that precedes it
I realised almost all my fears were about dying without being appreciated for what I am good at.
Time spills over onto my skin.
Only the faces change.
‘Auntie?’ , implored Ashima cautiously. Her aunt Pamela, who was making hot chocolate for her favourite niece managed to mutter a faint ‘hmm?’ ‘I am 25 now.’ Pam smiled. ‘All grown up, eh?’ ‘Remember the question I asked you years ago and you told me you’d tell me when I was 25?’ Pamela handed her…… Continue reading Life
The voices are all dead, All my head now remembers is the statistics. Another post. A couple of likes, Another day, A march through conspicuous obsession, Over faces, Bodies, And kind acts. The voices, That made me sing when the day was rough, Made me dance when the music played, Made me smile on petty…… Continue reading