“one more person” – Nayana Nair

the one thing i can’t beis honest.though there are many other adjectivesthat stare at mefrom their balconies at midnightas i walk and crawl through the dirt road,through the pool of lights,crying and shouting and breaking dreamsin every home that i pass by.i hear them shaking their headswith disapproval and hopelessness.i look at their hazy shadowsandContinue reading ““one more person” – Nayana Nair”