Sunday, December 13, 2015
the tree had stored my words for ages
now the trees are lonely
collecting my words
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 ...