Voids.

I thought I had wings and dreamt of flight, only to realise they were hands. Could barely crawl, yet life had me running after people and things. Everything was quiet and it was too late before I found my voice. I searched for myself through the eyes of people and ways of the world; now … Continue reading Voids.

Little things

There I was on the terrace last night, looking into the sky, staring at the moon. Well, that’s about it. I was just looking. It’s okay to do something that has no purpose; it just has to make you happy. Stop expecting meaningful shit all the time. Life itself lacks meaning. Enough said.