She breathes

She reads those words, over and over, as it reminds her of the times, the sweetness in some, the bitterness in others, a mix bag of spices, a taste so good, so mysterious that no one could get the exact ingredient, she reckons.

She smiles silly, she daydreams. She yearns. She feels. She keeps busy. She waits. She frowns. She sulks. She sighs. She acts. She chats. She describes. She writes. She reads. She imagines. She hopes. She portrays. She confuses. She understands. She scares. She fears. She tries. She opens. She stares. She hears. She breathes.

1:29

so she did it, she got on that tram, she sat through it all, she walked on and on and finally got there.

It was a quiet night, she sat herself down and started doing her usual in her not so usual routine. "This is crazy," she said to herself. But as crazy as it may seem, she was indeed her usual self. Her usual antics if one may say.

Her heart was beating in anticipation, in the wait of the unknown, in search of her happiness, away from the familiar shelter she often put herself in, just to be there, just to get there.

Full Moon

the world stopped

just for this

time froze

just to look you in the eyes

the space beyond interest me not

the stars above interest me not

It was full moon

did you know?

the clock ticks

just to get to that moment

the world awaits

just for this

Not Clingy

Clearly this is not something I like

not something usual

Not something ordinary

I am not clingy

I am not clingy

I do not hang around

clinging on like this

Clearly this is clearly not something I adore

not something familiar

But something exciting, perhaps?

I am not clingy

I am not clingy

I do not hang around

clinging on like this

But you make me so

Who is to be blamed?

The birds? Sky? Rain? The air perhaps?

May this inexplicable phenomenon continues to unravel more exciting journey ahead