was cleaning out my closet and found this old guitar. never really learned how to play, but now i can’t stop thinking about how i used to imagine playing on a stage. kind of wish i had at least tried it instead of letting it collect dust, but here we are.
honestly, just looked in my pantry and realized i have literally two packets of ramen and nothing else, like, how did it get to this point, did i really just throw out perfectly good leftovers last week thinking i would cook something nice and now i’m just staring at the wall hoping the universe will provide something, anything really.
sometimes i stare at the blank wall and wonder if i would recognize my own voice if i spoke into the silence, like i could just forget how to communicate entirely and no one would even notice.
sometimes i stare at the blank wall and wonder if i would recognize my own voice if i spoke into the silence, like i could just forget how to communicate entirely and no one would even notice.
yaar, matlab samjho na, it is wild to think my brother is stuck in this village chained up like a dog while the neighbors chant about evil spirits when we both know the real haunting is just the system failing him - घर वाले समझते नहीं, sab sirf baatein karte hain.