conversation: chest-stains

“What’s the plan? To starve yourself to death?” ‘I’ve wondered about that. Is that possible? Or is it just an expression? Is it actually possible?’ “Have you eaten?” ‘I know you eventually… But… as a way of contributing to the culmination?’ “Stop it.” ‘Why? Why should I stop?’ “Because we care about you.” ‘We?’ “Me.… Continue reading conversation: chest-stains

Per Ardua Ad Astra

If truth be told:        Life is pain. When you break down, just to pick up odds that you’re set up against. Suffer vain, get struck again.  Bleeding out like a ruptured vein. The rapture of flames, preordained fractured leaves you badly scathed. There’s scars. Then there’s an emptiness deflowered by my chest… Continue reading Per Ardua Ad Astra

Survivor’s Remorse

I didn’t think I deserved love. Imagined myself a burden, the friend who was dealing with so much misfortunes. I had learnt how to tell, that I was hurting, needed a little help. It turns out, I was keeping catalogue of the times I stripped bare and vulnerable; reaching out. They were times, the universe… Continue reading Survivor’s Remorse