mylovelyhead

The process starts! They come. They rise. They clobber. Thoughts..these are twisted vines spreading everywhere possible over me. The process ends! I am buried deep inside the darkness of these vines losing my being.

I am pale and to myself I am unkind. God! I want to fly away leaving this sorrow behind. Or may be burn it forever and throw it's ashes in the running water. No comparisons  with anyone and no lack. .. I just want to be whole.