So Goddamn Difficult

I am terrified that if I take a walk to clear my mind I might never come back to this place.

Charles Warnke. If ever I find this man I will hug him and I will cry out of sheer gratefulness. I don’t know how he manages to always write this way. But it must make him infinitely sad. If you were given a gift of such beauty and told to submit all happiness in it’s stead, what would you choose?


Author: Kirtana K

I paint and make music and blog like a maniac. These days I try to run. But I have chicken legs and lungs the size of two-rupee balloons. I fail. I like pajamas and striped socks and books that read like song and songs that sound like poetry and strangers who read this page. And Maggi when I'm sick or cold or sad or celebrating. They'll find noodles in my veins if ever they cut me open. And potatoes. And maybe a tiny bit of whiskey. I'll be an Unidentified Living Object and they'll put my insides on display. It will be crazy. It will be awesome. It will.

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