In one of my mind’s most mediocre performances I have felt the virtue of normalcy. I admit to craving mere quiet in place of any artistic creativity or a sense of loss. Just a fucking semblance of peace.
There is one pothole every Friday away that a mid level tech geek is happy to stray into, for fear of cha-cha -ing with his third floor neighbour over his late night strolls over to Mrs. Verma's cottage and slipping, rather quietly so out of his shoes and into an arm as slender as Mrs.… Continue reading Rimbaud died and we are all alive
At midnight, I eat chocolates, for I am depressed, it's supposed to comfort me, but then, thoughts of diabetes creep in, and I am no longer sure, whether to be depressed, or a depressed diabetic? if it's brave to kill oneself, or if the whole thing is beyond value judgment? the puzzle persists... for a… Continue reading Chocolates when depressed