I think I like your frayed edges, sometimes they scatter on the ground like little scraps of paper, taking with them a portion of what I would christen, joyous epiphany. You seem to understand that. You seem to be wanting to take away the shine of the last few weeks.
No wonder then.
Some conversations hang above our heads and some are chopped up mercilessly like 60 rupees/kg onions.
A sudden 25th. With enormous amounts of baggage. How would I misbehave now?
You can be a song to be tucked away carefully, wrapped in a piece of my hair because I can hardly afford a heartbreak, among other things.
Till then, I keep feeding myself eggs and other bullshit.
No wonder then.
Some conversations hang above our heads and some are chopped up mercilessly like 60 rupees/kg onions.
A sudden 25th. With enormous amounts of baggage. How would I misbehave now?
You can be a song to be tucked away carefully, wrapped in a piece of my hair because I can hardly afford a heartbreak, among other things.
Till then, I keep feeding myself eggs and other bullshit.
