ERROR Red flashes in almost each row, Causing me so much woe, Every time I try to solve, It tangles all my yarn balls, So, I've left it, And I have been wanting to leave it, I've given my heart and brain to it, Now it asks for my peace for it, So, I'm counting stitches all over again, And counting the number of times I'm in vain, Crossing my fingers for the errors to go, Praying for this butterfly to grow.

It's me vs me again, Me trying to suffocate the potential I have, Me trying to kill the voice that doubts me, Me trying to make it work, Me trying to give up. It's me vs me again, Only one of them can win, If the right me wins, It's a win-win, But, if the wrong me wins, Both lose. it's me vs me again.

what is this crazy place in my dream? // why is she in my dream? // why does she have white hair? // am i going to figure it out? // let's face the fears // there's nothing to be afraid of // let's send a risky text // make that a couple more // focus // round rotis // teary eyes // airports // cardigan baby // pinterest doom scrolling

My brain is a trapeze artist at work today, Walking on a thin rope, Of which one end is, "I've invested too much of my time in this to redo it all" And, "I will figure this out somehow"

It nudges me, Ever so often, Sneaking in from anywhere, At anytime, Wanting my attention, All of it, But, it's a bad idea, We all know that, It feeds on it, Every second of it, So, I ignore it, I let it linger, I let it stay, Let it sit, Without me paying attention to it, Like it's a pet of mine, And I have not signed up for adoption, It stays around, And nudges me often.

I would leave, The intense crochet project, Being done with, 1 mm hook, And black yarn, Just to hear you talk, But, you're not nerdy enough to understand it. --- I would skip the stitch counts, Just to reply to you quickly, And would count again, Only to forget it, Because you are relying quickly too, But, you're not nerdy enough to understand it. --- You're a 4.5mm hook, Forming half double crochets on repeat, And I'm the yarn, Wrapped around you, But, you're not nerdy enoug

My skin is lined up with evenly spread goosebumps, Just because I realize, How much depth you and I have, And you think, We are doing this deliberately? And you think, You have control over every little thing? And you think, You can chose whatever you want to do, And you think, You can leave without answers because your logic made sense (to you only) And you think, We are going all of this? But, only if you could think, The way I am thinking, But, only if you could see, What

Things I Noticed In September I'm busy. My days are packed with something to create, something to make, something to cook. But I also don't plan my days in advance but I always have something to do. The unplanned days let me have the freedom to chose what to do. Sometimes the days might look the same, but progress is happening every single day. Habits are difficult to form and easy to break. I would rather have difficult conversations than suffer in silence. I don't like bein

I'm cruising down a slippery slope, With roller blades on my feet, The crash is nearer than I thought, I'm not even going full speed, Inevitable as the end is, It's a joy ride, I'm on a slippery slope, And I have you right by my side.

Convince me why I should, Leave right now? Convince me why you wouldn't, Stop me now? Convince me why I should, Never look back? Convince me why you wouldn't, Call me back? Convince me why I should, Stay a little longer? Convince me why you wouldn't, Stay a little longer?

Woh kisi bahaane se haath pakad bhi leta hai, Aur fir pakadkar kuch bhi nahi kehta hai, Sab chalta rehta hai aaspaas, Par waqt thehra rehta hai. Woh kisi bahaane se paas aa hi jaata hai, Aur fir nasdeek aakar chup sa ho jaata hai, Sab chalta rehta hai aaspaas, Par waqt thehra rehta hai.

Despite the noise, There is peace. But the existence of peace, Is valued more when there is existence of noise, And when noise exists, Peace has to follow, For their coexistence is what balances, Everything in existence.