If half of it is in the stars,The other half, in your hands.While the stars might be fixedYou are fluid, and you can flowTo wherever you want to go. Think of water when you get stuck,Think of fire when you are cold.Then, think of Hawking whenlife is stacked against odds,with 2 years to live at…
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Dashain makes me a little sad.It starts with nostalgia and endsin an abyss that offers no understanding.It is the change of season;the fluttering kitesthat do not quite reason.We could tie our phone with the thread and launch it instead. Dashain makes me a little sad.It might be the loss of powercrisp new clothes would otherwise…
Read MoreI made clouds today,floating from the tip of mydigital nib. Drew them on a tabletand painted as I watched the screen. I wanted the cloudsto be fluffylike cotton candy.Of course I can’t eat them. I made clouds today-blue sky and white clouds,soft like furs ofthe stray kitten. I made clouds today.
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What a trouble it is,a new year for the first few days.My hands so accustomedto the old date –writes it unconsciously all over.A few monthsand it is a habituntil another year comes by. What does a change of calendar dobut make me feel older,a little nervous of the passing timethat I seem to capturein my…
Read MoreYou find yourselfscattered –across time, across place,in the leaves of trees you’ve visited,or the words scribbled in walls, real and digital. Every piece is complete on it’s own,and yet when they come togetherthey make you more you than you. So you beginthis journeyto find your piecesthat you’d keptin various places,just to be safefor times when…
Read MoreIt begins from somewhere,a memory, a statement, a voice.And the tears come gushing inlike maddening storm to an otherwise perfectly solemn time. Weeping times, they areof things that cannot be changed,of things that aren’t accepted. We cry for these, don’t we?Everything else falls in between. So, my friend, when was the last timeyou had tears…
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The Wordcastle 