There is no “my type of person”,“my one and only friend”, or “my only hope”.There is too much of youthat is not for me,that I won’t take even if you gave it away for free.Because for every word of yours that I find beautiful,there are thousand other words that I have not heard yetthat wouldContinue reading ““For Now” – Nayana Nair”
I once wrote a beautiful poem which sounded like a happy child playing in an empty church. The echoes of his laughter and footsteps playing in a never ending loop. But I have never been a happy child. I have never been to a church. The poem was beautiful. It was just not me.