"I'm So Lost. I'm Barely Here... I Wish I Could Explain Myself, But Words Escape Me."

Just like Heaven by Mark Waters.

slow days at gutiokipanja

“call it nostalgia, but i know in my heart that it must be more than that.”

— unknown

𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑠

Van Helsing (2004)

Zehra Naqvi, from The Knot of My Tongue: Poems and Prose; “Tongue”

In the depths of my being, a tempest roars, Rage, an inferno that consumes and soars. A storm of emotions, turbulent and wild, Unleashing fury, an untamed child.

With fiery eyes and a heart ablaze, Rage courses through me, in myriad ways. It's the thunderous crackle in my voice, The searing passion, my soul's own choice.

A symphony of anger, notes piercing the air, Rage, a primal force that I dare not spare. It fuels my spirit, ignites my will, A burning energy I cannot still.

In the chaos of rage, I seek clarity, To rise above the fury, with integrity. To temper the flames, find balance within, And let rage be a catalyst, not just a din.