Fear of being alone

Choosing to be present

I went through a state of extreme confusion, frustration, and subtle fear. What is it that I want? What should I seek? How should I be? These series of confusing pieces just kept piling up with more and more questions, and less and less answers. I felt trapped and it felt horrible, Until I decided

Life equations

Go with where the sum of the wants is greater

Lost, Low

I’m suffocating my love, in delusions and illusions. There’s a northern fog that looms inside the empty vessels, that navigate towards my heart. I reach out my hand; but the window panes get in the way. I’m dying my love, bit by bit, My heart breaks, bit by bit. In fragments I recall vague, sunny

Social woes

Maybe I am that person who walked out of the gathering early Maybe I’m forever doomed to be an anomaly Too honest amongst a hoard of fake smiles Yet guarded enough to be confusing And sensitive enough to be a diva.

Ocean of Marigolds

She was born amidst an ocean of marigolds, unravelling herself within the golden globe