Now with your hollowness folded, pressed into mine. Tell me, Are you still the wistful one?
Untitled 2, a paper bag soliloquy
Tag: loneliness
On openness
Humans tend to systematically underestimate our propensity for change.
Reveries
But there will be time to cast a tear for the penny rich bones.
Unreality
These are the times when the unreality sets in, and he would notice how incorrigibly separated he is from the comings and goings around, rising like helium above breath. These are the days that stretch long and rides home are odysseys through the "sterile promontory" of other lives. These are the times when even the … Continue reading Unreality
An Anatomy of Intimacy
There's a scene in the 2012 movie Francis Ha where Francis, the loveable epitome of a quarter-life crisis, delivers a monologue while sitting with a group of friends, a part of them, apart from them. “It's that thing when you're with someone, and you love them and they know it, and they love you and … Continue reading An Anatomy of Intimacy
Misanthrope Rising, and a Friendship Manifesto
I have succumbed to the void. But only by a little bit, and for a little while. The successive departure of friends – and I only maintain a handful, deliberately so – has punched holes in me, each one of them an irredeemable, irreparable, inconsolable shape of a soul. However transient it had been, to … Continue reading Misanthrope Rising, and a Friendship Manifesto
Home
It was first known as 'the house', 'my parent's place', 'back there', a cage, my prison. Schoolmates used to ask if they could come by and play, when we walked past my door on their way home. Before I run out of excuses, they stopped asking; soon they stopped sharing that walk with me too, … Continue reading Home
Unravel – loneliness and its antidote
“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald I pretended I was not myself during the time of my mid twenties. The country was already stuffed with returnees and I wanted to be different. A … Continue reading Unravel – loneliness and its antidote
Weeps the harlequin
And goodnight to you, good lady. May you wake to a bright and better tomorrow. It bows. Such is the role it plays. The Jester. The fool. The harlequin to the Innamorati. Translator of absurdity, the courier of consolation and conveyor of catharsis, who rides upon the east wind and sparkle with dew. It entertains, … Continue reading Weeps the harlequin
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