Call me a pragmatist But what is Paris but a feeling Built on inadequacy and imaginations With streets you’re expected to Rue Pickpockets smoother than the chocolat Cafes full of fanciful bread and wine A modern fantasy isn’t it Just like the art that sits on walls For you to be vexed at A mere … Continue reading Paris Is A Hoax
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
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-
(Almost fiction, inspired by the truly unique CP. 🙂 )
I love humans. I love humans for how 'important' we are For how important we perceive our lives to be- How many lies we tell To appease our valid, deep rooted doubts Those which make us question life as we know it But we don’t For we have more on our minds Or just really … Continue reading Us