Through a bird's eyeI am a bird. I can spread my wings and fly away. I breeze through the sky with ease devising the day ahead. I look down and laugh at you. You look so microscopic and miniscule. It gives me a great sense of power. But I will definitely be modest, up here I am safe and secure from your sinister claws, in fact, I mock at you, but once I land, I feel like a slave – a slave to you human kind for I can’t express what I feel. I am trapped. I want to unleash my inner self. Someone please unravel the threads that I am caught between. I don’t want to be the victim of your vicious and unruly behavior. I am ready to fight back with verve. ButThrough a bird's eye
My Wrecked memoriesDestructive mentality, desultory behaviour I bruised myself with my blatant lies. Spectral nightmares left my rational theoriesMy Wrecked memories
Buried deep in the sands of time. Oblivious of my own fears I made irreversible damages, And I still try to erase the suffering and the pain. Was I looking for peace of mind or refuge from the many storms to come, I don’t know… I got caught up in my illusional disentanglement.
Rifts, arguments rich in its idiocy I still wonder why I played the blame-game. I lost momental peace, I lost many friends, I was the repulsive renowned residue, &n
PsychosisDrugged melancholy, illusional nights Infallible ideas of a blissful happy ending, Blocking out the real world A syringe was my savior Intoxicated day and night.Psychosis
Restoration of my broken life, I looked for in every pill I popped. Reducing myself to a bag of bones. Time left me alone And I didn’t try to catch up.
Aspirations and dreams lost in the smoke. Psychedelic visions
Mutilating my soul from my body It was beautiful in my stupor As I staggered through those nights.
In my sober sombre days The body sour, devoid of its dosa
It was 14years todayIt was 14 yrs today. The same place, the same month and the same day when we first met here 14 years back. I was excited and apprehensive at the same time. As usual contradictions, lots and full of them formed the basis of our relationship. We were kids then, now I have a son named Raol who is 10 and a daughter named Rochelle who is 7 – both of them well-mannered and the most treasured objects of my life and my husband, Brad. You and me, we were so different, so crazy, so wild….we did what we wanted to, we believed we were always right. Driving in those fast cars late in the night, while we blew smoke into each others mouths breathing in theIt was 14years today
just stumbled over your flickr account which brought me here. you have some really interesting photos there, I am fond of the potraits you take!
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