"let me wake up" – Nayana Nair

someone whisperedyou are specialand i knew that this is sleep(the pleasantly confusing side),that this is a memory of somethingthat will never happen again (should i be sad?).paper dolls hurried me down the aisleof a supermarket, opening up packets and packetsof laughter that I had not yet paid for(should i be worried?)They made me stand atContinue reading “"let me wake up" – Nayana Nair”