"It's like I have a beautiful, perfect doll in front of me. And I want to break it."
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goodness.
My first response to reading this blog again was, seriously, a post on parenting - that was what I last posted about? I can't help but ...
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Over the hill and under the sky Orbiting the rim of a moan Circling slowly like a dizziness It felt like an ocean folding. Veering nar...
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This was originally an extensive conversation with me in the bathroom. For me, most of them either end up as amusing footnotes in Oral Bath...
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Tomorrow, I am travelling alone to Himachal Pradesh. I have never travelled alone like this before and the thought fills me with an unlikel...
The pain of breaking it
ReplyDeleteThe excitement of building again
Is the worst-best conflict ever.
An all consuming fire.
The deep, unsettling fear of losing something unique, precious and almost.. unbelievable
ReplyDeleteThe possibility of finding your presence in its absence.
The pendulum storm shall find its way back to calm seas soon.