i get caught up in words; fixated on how they sound and most of the times, with what other words they are associated with.
conversations therefore get steered into tangents and we settle for the tangents because we both are in love with threads. and like the way each thread is like an inter-twined set of threads, twisting its rootless self out of the curves of your lips, these conversations trail off...
we find ourselves in a time loop. endless.
struggling with words right now because i am searching for a simple word. like add, or feet, or table.
two hajuraamas in my room tonight. have you ever wondered what dreams they see hola?
conversations therefore get steered into tangents and we settle for the tangents because we both are in love with threads. and like the way each thread is like an inter-twined set of threads, twisting its rootless self out of the curves of your lips, these conversations trail off...
we find ourselves in a time loop. endless.
struggling with words right now because i am searching for a simple word. like add, or feet, or table.
two hajuraamas in my room tonight. have you ever wondered what dreams they see hola?
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