The fear that leaves our heart, at some point, does it make its way back to us? Does it still look like our nightmare when it returns? Do we still look away when it moves closer to us? Do we close our eyes again on the horrid memories, the alienation and the helplessness? And letContinue reading ““Ones Who Broke Us” – Nayana Nair”
The days will still be warm, the memories still reality- as long as I write, as long as my pain keeps me alive.
I checked my diaries for the hints of regrets, for the eroding structures of demands I once made from life. I checked my skin for the trace of scars- the remains of the unreasonable yet necessary decisions. The sharp bleeding memory of the blade, of the hatred I inflicted on myself. I checked the outlineContinue reading ““Eroding Structures” – Nayana Nair”