Falling down…

Running deeper than… Mere appearances, reflections. Your demeanor, presence, your aura is an eyesore. They have, fell, falling and are sliding further… I fear. That you need more than hands… To procure, secure and suture the wounds. You cry. But your muffled wails for attention, betray… The conflagration that is your lot. Your hauteur breedsContinue reading “Falling down…”

Birthday reflections: A letter to Shun P.

What can I say or give to you on your birthday? Would the typical platitudes of shouting Happy Birthday in concert with a balloon drop suffice? I’m inclined to think that it will not. I wanted to give you something of substance, provided that you are open to accept it. I want to speak truthContinue reading “Birthday reflections: A letter to Shun P.”