Sky. Blue.


Amidst all the ruins, I still aspire to be me.

Looking above doesn’t make me feel small. Rather, the indomitable spirit of the aerial demons cajole and provoke to take that leap beyond limitations and apprehensions.

Honestly, the above kind of undermines my situation at the moment, supersedes the ‘hope’ element and completely washes it away. I think the current vibes underlines ambiguity and perhaps present a widely distorted view of the immediate future. Nevertheless, hanging around from the top makes it look like a survivor though inside, I feel a hinge of vulnerability.

Never mind. That’s me, sorry if this didn’t seem like an ideal ‘night out’ statement. Signing off, Ta.

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Flamboyance meets me, and I could be contagiously luring. It kind of comes off in my writing, as my stories of passion and indulgence unfold.

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