Growing Up #16: Stop and Stare by OneRepublic
Stop and stare I think I’m moving but I go nowhere Yeah, I know that everyone gets scared But I’ve become what I can’t be, oh Stop and stare You start to wonder why you’re here not there And you’d give anything to get what’s fair But fair ain’t what you really need Oh, can…
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Inktober + Poetry #5: Build
The first dreams were built out of lego, casted over plastic base they seemed impervious. The real ones are built out of bricks, casted over impermeable plans they seems feeble than ever. Shall we go back to the lego days, when minds were still plastic, but will, inexorable.
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Growing Up #15: Alternate Lives
The week before last week, or last last week as the 12 year old me would say, I was in conversation with a wise friend. Our conversation shifted to domain names, and the ubiquitous nature of them – always unavailable. My friend says it’s about being quick – finding alternatives. I say it’s about being…
Read MoreInktober + Poetry #3: Bait
Bruises are like baits, opening up wounds from the start. Or why should each of them be bandaged? Or why should they send down shrills of pain, always. Inktober with digital ink with a twist of poetry.
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