Emulsifying truth :
// these lights and you are enchanting
it is moving fast earnestly towards something out of reach
those lights were flickering out of your hand, i saw you wrapping it with a box
i see a tissue lying beside, the blood has now stopped talking, it's more of dead now, redness has turned into hues of ashy red, epically more covered, unnoticeable.
i found a set of mattresses in my room which i thought of selling off, but didn't
things are blurry and musty mostly but gurgling it every swoop makes it more sour but still doable,
the idea of idleness, the meager thoughts of reaching out,...