You’re my

You’re my Vishwamitra, you’re my Dushyant, you’re my Shah Jahan,
You’re my Shakespeare, You’re my Salim
You’re my Darcy
You’re my Hercules
You’re my bottomless pit

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How many times have people seen the sun through tree branches? Fail

Had tried to calculate approximately how many times humans may have seen the sun through the tree branches
Didn’t work out
I gave up.

Click, delete.

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Book I’m not gonna read, sketch I’m not gonna draw

Something happens when I head to the east.
Way more interested in soaking in the air, sounds, and sights; the honking of the cars, the hustling and bustling of people, random music, everything. Sitting on the rooftop watching people walk.

Two years ago I went into a spell of whatever the f it was when I came back from Asia. Something happened and cracked open my misery. I had zero interest in drawing for over a year and haven’t read a book since then (I hate reading anyway).

I doubt things will change this time around. It’s much better to sit there and look at that lively world than to look at a piece of paper. I just want to move there forever, but they say happiness is a state of mind, wherever you are. Screw that sh! What a bunch of lie; happiness is a lively place with warm weather.
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Shiny dim eyes

He looked at me with shiny eyes. We were lying next to each other and it was dark. He smiled with a curvature on his lips
And he didn’t say a thing
And when he spoke, he purred deep words. He placed my fallen hair strands back behind my ears and told me that I’m the one. The cicadas made noise outside our window
But I couldn’t speak and I was convinced. His dark eyes made a twinkle and he said he loved me and he asked if I loved him too, and this time I said,
“For real I do.” He smiled and caressed my cheek as he kept his gaze.
“Good,”
said the devil.

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I could, in the night

I could sit out here and draw… no
I could sit by the fire with my lover,
Calm, with the warmth of his body
I could sit on a tree with my legs hanging
And play with the moon that shines between the swaying branches
And with the tantalizing stars
I’ll try singing a verse
‘Till I’m lulled to sleep by the sway

 

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