The bursts of euphoria in your head. The memories of the firsts wading into the thoughts of could be-s. The molecules implore you to run out, pass through. Steal a glance. Convince yourself. She exists. The repeated splashing of water, wiping your glasses when you look up and the haze tells you that it's not … Continue reading The possibility of being
The 'safety' pin, overgrown nails, the palpable pressure of the aggression you never knew existed. One sharp prick, enough pressure, and there it goes. I dislike the sound. I dislike the impact. I like balloons. In shapes and colours. Especially the ones that refuse to stop the sky.
City of stars. It's a murky blue. I assume it's a blue. Stroke one. Stroke three. And then then finally the light from the stick goes out. Reality? It's just a grey. If you stare hard enough, there probably is a star. It's not shining bright. The stick. Fifteen INR. That's what shines bright. And … Continue reading But where is the city of stars