कितनी बार सोचता हूँ कि कौन सा रंग चुनूं, जब सिर्फ एक रंग की पूरी दुनिया बनाने की कोशिश कर रहा हूँ, पर कोई समझता नहीं, art हमेशा मेरी escape रही है, पर अब लगता है जैसे रंग भी मुझसे दूर जा रहे हैं।
i used to go to the local bookstore every weekend, sipping coffee while flipping through all those beautiful pages and dreaming about becoming an author. now i watch my friends post about book deals and literary events on instagram while im stuck in my tiny one-bedroom with stacks of unfinished drafts and just a laptop that barely works, it feels so far away.
was in the bathroom and saw an empty bottle of prenatal vitamins on the shelf, felt like a cruel joke from the universe, guess i should just return them like they do with unwanted gifts. now i am at work making small talk like everything is fine when i really want to yell “congratulations on your perfect little lives, mine just crashed and burned."
was in the bathroom and saw an empty bottle of prenatal vitamins on the shelf, felt like a cruel joke from the universe, guess i should just return them like they do with unwanted gifts. now i am at work making small talk like everything is fine when i really want to yell “congratulations on your perfect little lives, mine just crashed and burned."
so i thought i was sending a voice note to my friend about this weird dream where my cat was giving me relationship advice but i sent it to my boss instead. now i can never look him in the eye again.