“All the Ends that pass me by” – Nayana Nair

The shoes I am wearingare wearing thin.I feel my clothes trying,trying hard to slip out of meand I don’t try to hold onto them.That is how I have always been. I see an appproaching death,the sihouette of another endingthat I won’t be able to takeand I order another drink,I put down the bookthat was gettingContinue reading ““All the Ends that pass me by” – Nayana Nair”