Some nights bring in a lot of questions,say,gooey questions. Questions laced with flowery netting and decorated with shiny little stars. Questions that smell of fresh blood and stale faeces. Such was last night. A night I imagined would come with bright twinkling stars and hopes,bought in darkness And questions. I was once told,all our answers…… Continue reading Last Night & Little Boxes
When you dance on fire to feed your soul, the heavens will pour star dust to soothe your feet.
Dear love, I have always been mills and boon kind of girl. The ones who have been in love with the idea of love itself. I have spent my teen years ritualistically fantasizing about my love life,everyday without fail. I have written and re-written and edited my perfect love story in mind for zillions of…… Continue reading A letter to my future love