Hi! I write, occasionally, and im glad you're reading it:)

songs have always made me feel at home, and yours, somehow, influence this insane feeling of home-sickness. Your words seem to crawl up...

how easy it must be for you to forget, how convenient it must be for you to not remember, but i cant let it slip so instead, i live...

you make me miserable in the happiest ways possible. almost like dancing in the rain, it’s warm and fun and even though it hurts a little...

I have never been someone who enjoyed the objective idea of doing nothing. My hands always urge at the need of doing something and the...

the first rain is resentful. resentful and acidic. it spews onto the world with force that tears the roads apart. she’s rested for...

Petrichor- the smell of wet soil; especially after rain. I’m reminded of the one evening i spent an hour outside after the rain, running...

One stroke, slightly imperfect, I add in a second one in an attempt to correct my mistake and then a third one for effect and then a...

The wind is heartbroken. She begs for mercy from the agonizing suffocation of endless gray nightmares that we let out everyday. The wind...

Dear Laghu, Your name meant small and i guess it was a perfectly suitable name, considering that’s the amount of time you spent with...

The colour of thunderstorms; a sky full of clouds. It’s the blinding pollution from the factory afar. The colour of the t-shirt you were...

Nihilism; The belief that life is meaningless Often times I seem to forget that my life is one in more than a billion, each one different...