A man of few words.

He sits awake through the night, fighting an internalized pain, clenching at his hair, breaking through an eternity of loss. an expressionless void, a mute plea for utter numbness, a betrayal of innocence, an abandoned grave for a heart, an isolated cemetery for a mind. Dressed in contradiction, neglect evident in his eyes, perfect perceptions, …

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A million fallen certitudes.

Encircling these loose threads around my fingers, giving into the fragrance that still lingers upon the surface of this woolen shawl, I wonder how much longer before this too shall fade away, before this too shall untangle itself from me, and become another forgotten regret, another uncomfortable silence. I wonder how much longer before the …

Lanes.

I have learned when you come across a person that carries genuine preciousness in their eyes, not the sharded worldly desires or some swollen earthly melodies, take a moment and commit their beauty to your heart. Let it occupy space, let its rarity drive away the chaos that bleeds through these mismanaged lanes, because once …

New year, old me ?

Certain places, they just give you a sense of closure, its like there are doors slightly left ajar, and there are loose threads that hang from the heart but the tranquility you crave comes only with silence, with the fading of nonsensical din, because even in the company of many there is an obsecurity to …