But she,
Every year she catches me
Naked vulnerability…
Tag: life
Start
Start sparks against the realm of “can’t”
Shutting Doors
Living long enough
With suffice amount of
Entanglements within the same period
Teaches one to find meanings in how doors close
Depending on
How gentle the bolt gets tucked
The latch bore
When
The question that usually
Never gets an exact answer
Were you expecting to be where
But never knows when
First Things Last
Remember the first thing
Remember the last
Running Late
Time takes
Time
All the time
And you are running late
Good Grief
As the ones left
Yearns for the one gone
Maybe the stories told
Ease the pain
Of a heart torn
By memento mori’s
Thoughts Take Shape and That’s How You Figure Out
There’s a reason why roller coaster rides last only a few minutes
Pegged to the lower median of the population
Tolerance of thrill
So only a small portion throws up
And most of us who doesn’t
Are left wanting for more
But if our whole life becomes a vacation
Will we spend it by the shore?
Plot daily adventures
Games played, points scored
Find a new distraction
Only to be weirdly fatigued
Oddly
Years Begin
The day starts with her opening her eyes
Catching a glimpse of my face
She’d bloom gently into a smile
And some days she’d find me by our round dining table
Engrossed in something worth doing
Greets me the
Three Deep Borderline
She looked at me
Trying hard
Not to break my heart
Feigning a weak disbelief
This most recent test
Amalgamated what we knew
Months in
She’d seen me or a version of me
In too many faceless samples
But for this
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