the sun ray’s dripping through the half-drawn curtains and pooling golden onto your skin

Is it so foolish to long to be beautiful?

and so there she was,

surviving off lovesick rations.

their village seamstress stitched me back together, so I only leak with golden stormlight.

the way I am looking at the moon, has been looked at that way.

You paint sunsets, don't you?

"If you're waiting for your next love, look in the mirror." - Bridgett Devoue

Why does it sound so wrong when you speak Malayalam?

Nostalgic tales of a simpler time.