“As long as I had love” – Nayana Nair

The air fills my lungs,and drowns me and now I remembering things that I shouldn’tI am remembering every moment of my incomplete death.Someone cuts a window in my chest,rips into pieces the words that shouldn’t get out.A rough skin holds me a bit too longwith a bit too much force,a bit too much neglect.“ohhh…it wasContinue reading ““As long as I had love” – Nayana Nair”