Friday, October 4, 2013

Come Soon

Work is hard sometimes
I am often not very good at it.
We call so rarely
That you receive with a -
Hello? (Who is this?)

When I reach home
I close the door behind me
And it’s so private
I think of you.

Friday, March 15, 2013

Loves Inspite

Through unsubtle baiting my mother made me a reading child. I read in the dark and on moving cars and lost some vision. I read before tests and lost many marks. It gave me tools to judge everyone so harshly that I got lonely and under-confident. All her fault.

Mummy Culpa.

For teaching me of loves inspite.