This feverishness

This feverishness, I want to hide. I hate gaining sympathy being in the limelight for something that is going on within me, be it a sickness of the body or of emotions. These hot tears, I want to hide. I don’t feel love, I feel empty. It’s not that I cannot show what I feel,…

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The shadow

This shadow never leaves me. The shadow of my own being. It’s not concrete, it’s not even abstract, yet I cannot show it to the world and present it like fruits on a platter ready to be sacrificed and given to the deities. I cannot give, I cannot sacrifice this shadow of my being. It…

The woes of being a human

These are the woes of being a human. I wish i was anything but a human, without the perks and perils and everything in between that comes with being a human. I wish i did not have this sense of duty and responsibility, and this tiredness that comes with it, this suffocation of not being…