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I sat hugging my knees, my face facing the sky; I prodded my head a little forward as if I was kissing the sun back. I felt the golden rays writing sentences on my brown skin as my antique raindrop earring almost, almost wanted to take a free fall, but unlike the other raindrops. It stayed, it floated. Unlike. That has been my favourite way of being. In a city dripping with red, you'll find me in grey. My words will leave you with thoughts like the silence in a history museum. Silent, yet a hushed background of voices, of people, movement and restored moments. It's as if I wake up every morning and spin the wheel, to see which extreme emotion the day holds. Mapping every emotion with colours, colours with words, words with people, and people with smiles. A story of smiles. I laugh, I live, I unrest. Being anxious, paranoid. Like an oversized black t-shirt made of what-ifs, I wear it almost every day. And I can't not. I make mistakes. I mess with ti