Baba is dying
and the universe is crumbling...
Shakespeare wrote life is nothing but a stage, but...
See these letters are not confessions or a cry for...
The Call came through
At the worst time ever...
Tomorrow,
a word that whispers off the tongue...
I was healing
17 days clean...
Why is someone else's death repulsive
But my own appealing...
Sleep
Evading me...
Squealing in delight
At the reemergence of me...
Drink think, think drink
I'm on the brink, gone in a blink...
Scrambled
Words repeating in my head...
A sudden urge
I'm on the verge...
Feeling disconnected
Like a fly on the wall...