saw an old sketchbook today, thought i might find some inspiration but just felt empty. flipping through, remembering how much it meant to create but now it just feels like a reminder of… lost time or something.
मतलब घर वाले समझते नहीं कि कब किसी को अकेले रहने की जरूरत होती है, कभी कभी सिर्फ एक सांस लेना चाहती हूँ लेकिन सब लोग बस मेरी आंखों में देख रहे होते हैं। यार, कुछ पल बिताने की फुरसत नहीं मिलती और अब तो कभी रोने का मन भी नहीं करता।
so im wide awake at 2am because i keep replaying that time in 2016 when i thought it was a good idea to impress my boss by wearing that ridiculous neon green tie to the meeting, right. turns out it was an unspoken funeral and i was the only one dressed like a 90s rave, like i still see their faces...
so im wide awake at 2am because i keep replaying that time in 2016 when i thought it was a good idea to impress my boss by wearing that ridiculous neon green tie to the meeting, right. turns out it was an unspoken funeral and i was the only one dressed like a 90s rave, like i still see their faces...
so i thought i was texting my sister about the laundry situation and accidentally sent a detailed message about how i once tried to microwave a metal spoon to impress a boy in high school to my BOSS instead, now i avoid eye contact in the break room.