Brooding.

Pain in my heart
Pain in debris
Pain in my household
Pain in the key
Pain in the answer
Pain in the call
Pain is going
To get to me

Are you breathing
Dear old friend?
Here, let me help you out
Let me sin

Pain in truth
Pain in wrong
Pain in life
And love forlorn
Pain in the scissors
Pain in the wood
Pain is the song
That no one understood

Are you breathing
Brother?
Here, let me help you out
Let me take you
On a heavenly detour
Where fire breathes musk
And everything you fear
Is true
As true can be.

On serene, simple days
I'd lay on a park bench
And swing back and forth until I'd bleed
Floating in crimson clouds and heat
I reminisced
And missed
And kissed
And hissed
In pain.

Rollin'.

I want to change the name of my blog. Serendipity has become too mainstream for my taste.

But to what?

Disillusionment.

Sometimes I feel like playing Madame Defarge, silently knitting away the names of people who don't deserve to live.
I hated her when I read that book. But I could sympathize with her. And that sympathy is growing every day.
But she was wrong. She was the antagonist, the villain. And it just goes to show how deep all this goes, how much more complicated it really is.

These attacks, these protests--is the ignorance of the government going to turn them into a trend? Will somebody actually step up and take freaking action instead of using those infuriating words, "condemn" and "condole" repeatedly? Have we really been reduced to the status of a mere recurring virus in political agenda? An obstacle???

How Are These People Still Here??? Are We Really That Stupid????????

Paranoia.

I don't know whether it's relieving or frightening that I can trace my family's dysfunctionalities back to Partition.

Political bullshit aside, life was messed up back then. For everyone, equally. I wish people would understand that--I wish they'd remember!