Come Hither.

Perfect sonnet in one foolish line.


Yes, I could ruin any mood just by saying what's on my mind. But one could only tame this body, never tame this mind. So I contort to situations, and here's my charades. And I can only take so much. But I admit, this could be worse.

Somewhere across this vast globe of ours, there is someone who has had a much tougher life than you ever had. It's entirely possible that this person never had a name. This person struggles in every category that you find trivial, yet stoic in their turmoil to survive and understand, and unashamed in their love for each other - that was their legacy. But you will never hear from this person.



Here's to three days for feeling better.




Like paper shoes in bad weather.