for simpler spaces

Making plans to change the world
While the world is changing us

Evening time, a comfortable silence lingers lightly in the air. Looking around, I grin at my mess, my stacks of books, my piles of clothes- my mountains of history. Ive never really taken a moment to just feel, to merely sit and absorb and notice and discover and rediscover and maybe even discard.

Last night was the millionth breakdown. Why do I keep on revisiting those memories?

The above written lines were jotted down at around 5 in the evening, while I sat muted in my room, not a soul nor a sound in sight. As I ended that last sentence, there was a continuous knock on my door. Such a jarring beat in my symphony in silence. I stopped typing, stood completely still and willed the interruption to get the message and go away.

But they didn’t, you didn’t, and in you walked, the both of you, and I put on my smile again and welcomed you with open arms.

I need space. Go away.

‘So what’s the scene? Where we going?’

Things change, people change, but plasticine friendships will always remain.

Hearts. Flowers. Awkwardness. Coffee. Confessions. The infamous ‘trippy tree’. Our car. My Music.



My sanity?