Literaure - Blog Posts
You bleed too much darling, gather up your flesh, drape it around your abysmal void. Nothing is seldom worthy enough to be mourned over till it turns you into a shrine of ghosts gulping tears of every mortal. Love yourself enough till you carry yourself to the grave, my love!
Her Schrödinger's cat, Eleventh insight
If you felt a sudden lump throbbing in your chest when your narcissistic mother yelled your name; if your tears were so vivid but they chose to ignore it; if you sat naked in front of a mirror, with legs parted and felt disgusted by your own moans; if your texts to them exceeded the limit; trust me I feel you! Please don't give up, the spring is coming!
Her Schrödinger's Cat, Sixth Insight
When a match is struck, a fire being with a soul, which may one day be reborn in a human body is born only to die a few moments afterwards. In every drop of rain, in every breath of wind, in every lump of clay is a living soul."
- Vardhaman, Translation by A.L. Basham
A dream entangled with myriad dreams! And the souls tracing their string from the lanes of past lives.
There is no end to this. The time will turn its wheels.
Realism was never a part of her world.