penultimate betrayal

the hole in ones pants is to swim in circles around my room. in rainbows and clouds; a life unlived, and then forgotten. you are always here, while I wallow in vomit (yes, laugh) powder my nose forget all the names I built my life around/ your letters are strewn around my room. I shall do the unthinkable: banish each relic to a ziplock bag. desperate evidence, a crime scene. the nauseating bare emptiness of the bottom of a drawer. all to watch my life fit into one, two, three. "But that's what drawers are for aren't they? To hide things you never intended to use."

मन्ना

tell me how exactly
one is meant go about ones life
with forever coupled with ones face
the weight
Of an inalienable

Family Resemblance

My Siberian Fantasy

..is warm and full.

आगो, मासू , अरू अलिगति रक्सी

नया साल मुबारक
और ढेर सारा प्यार

Animal Collective - Peacebone

Time slows,
unfurls
and now
I have you to thank.

One for the solstice.

This winter has been:
the smell of new music, an old book and me trawling through the abyss of your mind.


Where has the time gone? Look: ten seconds. Look again: thirty seconds. I'm losing me and you. Even the oranges are going mouldy. I should stop this mindless following.

And now, the days are getting longer.

--x--

There is nothing warmer, or more gratifying than to bask in the warmth of another's grief.

One year of non being?

Yes.
It has been one year and nothing
seems to help. Just bridging the gap
between
absolute Numbness/
and the pain of your absence.