Saturday, December 5, 2015

I don't remember since when or why I have stopped coming here! Is it because I stopped being sad? Have I eventually learnt to be happy? 

And, the fact that I am here again, is making me wonder! 

Sadness is coming back. 

Sadness is a white hibiscus growing on my roof. It lures me to colour outside the boundaries. It makes me pour gray smudges all over the sketches. 


The letters I write to you, turn me into a new ghost. 


I make you my new lie.


A longing to smell like the warm rain, all over again ...