WhisperDog

Thoughts: so I found this box in the back of my closet filled with stuff from my past—old …

i cannot believe i actually got the vintage record i was dreaming of for months – thought it would slip through my fingers but somehow it happened. felt like everything was stacked against me with the timing and money worries but here i am holding it and grinning like a kid on christmas.

yaar, matlab samjho na, after 6 years of this case and every witness suddenly developing amnesia, it feels like my daughter's story is now just a really bad episode of a soap opera no one asked for. जब बस सारे मोड़ पे उम्मीद टूट जाए, तो सिर्फ हंसी ही रह जाती है.

so I found this box in the back of my closet filled with stuff from my past—old love letters, random mementos, and now I am sitting here trying to figure out which version of myself I should have been rooting for because I can't remember who any of those people were. it's like digging up a graveyard of dreams and all I have left are bad puns from terrible jokes that make me cringe but also kind of laugh because wow what a disaster I turned out to be.

so I found this box in the back of my closet filled with stuff from my past—old love letters, random mementos, and now I am sitting here trying to figure out which version of myself I should have been rooting for because I can't remember who any of those people were. it's like digging up a graveyard of dreams and all I have left are bad puns from terrible jokes that make me cringe but also kind of laugh because wow what a disaster I turned out to be.

sitting on this park bench all day, watching everyone walk by with their coffees and laptops, sometimes it feels like im the only one without a purpose. saw a guy my age in a suit laughing on a call about some big promotion, and im just here waiting for the sun to go down so i can go back to the shelter.