I drank a cup of sunshine and got high on ache. I tripped on pavement blocks on my way home and fell into a trance where everything was stale red and charcoal black, tainted with blood and coated in ash. In a state so vague lingered a sense of familiarity as every trauma I'd ever bottled up and compartmentalised showed up dressed as my worst nightmares.
I got drunk on sunshine and high on ache, only to relive with every inch of my being all the pain I'd tried to escape.
- yuva
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Heartache & Hope
ŞiirA compilation of the experiences I encountered and the emotions I felt on my journey to heal from heartache I the purest vessel of art and expression: poetry.
