He’s her strength, with him she’s weak
He’s her drug, with him she’s sick
He’s her cure, with him she’s hurt
He’s her boon, with him she’s cursed
He’s her reality, with him she’s fantasize
He’s her happiness, with him she cries
He’s her despair, with him she’s grieved
She’s his hope, with her he’s fulfilled
He’s her part
She’s her world.
“Time and tide waits for none“.
Fuck the tide. But time definitely came to a halt that very moment.
I looked at my watch which to my utter astonishment was running faster than ever.
A complete paradox. Is this mean that the world is about to end.
Well, if so I needa fly high out of this planet.
I need to fly and be in Earth’s orbit. Not to be surreal but to witness it. To see it all end right in front of me. I can’t think of anything that’d relate to it. A beautiful end. A moment of chaos and than everything falls to rest, even if not for eternity. The fall of humans? That might be a little too strong to take in. But from where I am right now, it all seems possible. The only speed dial on my phone is my friendly paddler who delivers home.I see things through clougged eyes, my mouth has the hunger, but I’m to stoned to drive.
I just need another puff to keep me going. And than, another one.
~ A Minmoy Gondhia and Mrigank Bezbaruah collaboration