Thing I realized/learnt in April: writing is still difficult and i don't really know what to do about it i want to give myself everything i want but i am scared that uncontrollable things will ruin it for me i want to get away for a short break i am tired. i don't like to make decisions. i don't find anyone interesting to talk to on consecutive days. i don't want to talk to anyone. i want to scream. i miss the ocean and beach. i miss the mountains. i miss the version of me wh

I'm yet again floating amidst banks of the river, Just flowing away, Downstream, at full speed, Neither on this bank, Nor on that one, Holding on to nothing but a twig of faith, Hoping I don't drown, Before I reach the sea.