I Waited For You, Spring Passed But Not A Sight Of You.

I'm tired of writing my own heaps of thoughts, give me yours, let the water flow from your mind, let me consume your convictions and let there be an amalgamation of ice cold water & fire.

-Anneshwa🌻

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I find beauty in melancholy. Is it problematic?

Somedays i just wanna disappear. Away from everything that i already know, own and have.

Louise Glück, From Descending Figure; “Eros”

Anneshwa Paul / A melancholic December morning

Something about the way your lips moved when they called out my name. Dew drops from heaven placed on those soft petals. Thunders woke me up turning those drops into hails. All in vain. Just a nightmarish daydream.

Anneshwa

I knew love & adoration,

now I know sundering & longing.

Being touristy in your own city is a different kind of happiness.

“Soulmates aren’t just lovers.”

— Ryn Weaver