Currying freedom

Currying freedom with shaky limbs, running into me, the foam, from the deep blue, pearls, starfish and anemones, giggle gingerly as white jellyfish float like Neptunes beyond my reach. I'm drowning, liberating, freeing, burying, sleeping, cascading, your hand is only temporary refuge who'd save me when no one's home and the bright nightlight would've burnt… Continue reading Currying freedom

Why I love bad decisions?

Imagine a gardener, not very good at his job, forgetting to till the soil or throwing away the humus because it smelt bad. Just the same as me, unable to pick a shirt but quick to profess my love. My life is defined by bad decisions, and I'm proud of it too. Impulsive and quick… Continue reading Why I love bad decisions?