The line between the desire to be loved, and to love – when you deeply crave someone’s presence how much of your boundaries are you ready for them to encroach? Sacrifice comes in many faces. To confess is to sacrifice your ego; to wait is to sacrifice your sanity; to expect is to sacrifice your rationality – how many sacrifices are you willing to make in the name of love. The end is painful; fear of the end is worse. Helplessness isn’t lack of faith in oneself; it is the

I am strings of desire knotted intricately like a candlewick. As they burn, I glow and weep at the darkness that never abandons my feet.

It's times like these that make me realise how unwhole a person can be. How grey life would look without the oranges, and the yellows,...

It rains again today and for the first time in a long time the rain elates me. It must have something to do with you, something that both...

Another October comes like a release, like a relief from the scorching sun under which I stay put in place joined from the tip of my head...