kiss me tender
kiss me soft
kiss me till my lips will drop

and while the lips went off to play, the rest of me chose to die that day.

Sleeping never was the problem.

Waking up is.

Alone is terrible. It appears to be the season of the alone.

One would imagine that with so many alones, togetherness would be so much simpler.

But, life.

And then there's all the sadness and misery and pain that comes out so graphically in blogs and other whine stops. I would have imagined that this deep call would attract another of a similar variety and then the blogs and other whine stops would become happy and glorious and full of joy.

But, life. And the internet.

They both never co-operate.

I watched arrested development all day.

I am charmed and officially addicted.

Its a wonderful painkiller.

Did I mention, my life is a group of messy incoherent sentences with bad line spacing.

And, my ankle is twisted. Like my life.

What fun analogies.

Can I call it an analogy?

Ooh so many questions.

Can you even imagine the number of voices I must have playing out inside my head?

This post has no full stops

These are straight sentences without South Indian accents or full stops

I'm hungry (straight, with no metaphor)

You're kind and charming although you mock

I would very much like to go back to sleep

I search my mind

for words to fit through my mouth.

But my mouth is small,

and the words escape through my nose,

preventing me from breathing.

I would like to get out of my head.

You may keep your promise, and give me yours to live in for a while.