• rudra_00 5w


    I have lost track of my thoughts;
    my mind drifts -
    here, there, everywhere -
    as I potter around in my grief stricken city

    I ignore the usual blares, the city cacophony, garish fallouts and the skinny dogs
    The sun is about to set -
    It'll most certainly come up tomorrow and angrily scream
    "Rise and work your asses off Fuckers!"
    The freezing draft is a constant, whispering reminder
    But do I care?
    I am in fact looking for something

    I am looking for my lilac in December

    ~ Hirak