ONE YEAR OF STORMY SKIES BLOG!
It's a twisted tale of the inhumane kind.
So I go against myself for writing mean stuff about me and I'm mean about it and both Me and me are wholly myself by the end.
Here we go, y’all Allow me to present The story of yours truly
With all due respect, I’d very much like you gone. It’s not just a reflection of what I did through the semester, it’s more what I didn’t and could’ve and don’t get me wrong, I love introspection. Introspection isn’t just my favourite way of ending up in a thought spiral (after which I forget … Continue reading Die, Exams
You've definitely felt this too.
I see you Barely hiding Just beneath the surface But I see you Are you The same snuffed out spirits Like I see in the mirror Unable to meet the eyes. What if you see me Like I see everything else Unidimensional, singularly indifferent And I see you And want to really know … Continue reading You-
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Palm of the Hand Stories are a joy to read and ponder upon. PotH is pretty fantastic to write too. It's like seeing a snapshot of a life- it's meaningful, it's momentary, however, deeply intricate to the ones that experience it. Just read Yasunari Kawabata after this post, would you?