Duvet days and coffee in bed,

I sit alone here

and clear my head.

I am cured alright.



Hold me

our hands have minds of their own

my fingers keep looking for yours.

i feel calm when you hold me,

i feel it

deep in my bones.


via Daily Prompt: Wonder

I wonder what its like

to be in love

and not be scared.

i wonder if i’ll ever know.

Don’t we all deserve to be in the kind of love

that won’t make us doubt everything?

Just once would be enough.





via Daily Prompt: Static

There’s this silence around me,

its making me sad.

I’ve always hated being alone.

Maybe thats the reason i’m holding on

to wrong people in my life.

Atleast that way i have something to hold on.

It ends up getting worse.

Its like i’m desperate

for some kind of human connection.

When did i become like this?

When will this end?



Handmaid’s Tale

via Daily Prompt: Carve

the carved letters

on the door

she traces them with her finger.

its Latin,she doesn’t know the meaning.

It still reassures her

that someone was here.

Someone like her.

She carves something too

she wants the next one to know,

that she isn’t alone.



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