These days I love everything but only for a moment then they lie forgotten under the piles of likes and pins and bookmarks. But what makes me sad is when people tell me that’s absolutely fine.
Our hearts are perpetually suspended in a time that flows around us. And our ghosts pin us to our sins, while we yearn to be the person we were a second ago. Though our heart are full of ashes and smoke of loves we have burned with us. We still hopelessly wish to be withContinue reading ““Hopeless Wishes” – Nayana Nair”