sometimes i wonder if i spent all those hours fixing old radios for the thrill of watching something work again or just to distract myself from how badly i was losing control, the crackle and hum somehow soothing the chaos, like if i could make the static fade i could fix the rest too...
हर दिन मेरा पड़ोसी बहुत खुश नज़र आता है, उसकी गाड़ी नई है, और बच्चे हंसी-खुशी के साथ खेलते हैं। मैं अपने छोटे से कमरे में बैठा शराब की बू में लिपटा रहता हूँ, घर वाले समझते नहीं कि ये सब कितना मुश्किल है—बस देखकर जीने की कोशिश कर रहा हूँ।
i swear, my neighbor has been blasting that same song for days now, like HOW is it even possible to listen to the same track on repeat, repeat. and it’s not even a good song, just terrible, awful, and i can’t escape it.
i swear, my neighbor has been blasting that same song for days now, like HOW is it even possible to listen to the same track on repeat, repeat. and it’s not even a good song, just terrible, awful, and i can’t escape it.
sat on the bench at the park today while my kids played, watching other parents pick them up from nice cars and laugh about their new houses, i was thinking about how my old place had peeling paint and a leaky roof and now all i can offer my kids is a couch that is a lot more familiar than home, but they keep calling it an adventure, guess they really don’t see what i see.