Bathe
For all of the things that I could do during these trying times, it so happened that in one phone call, I asked him for a word. A literal word. Any word that comes in his mind.
Wind just comes to me in a single full-blown breeze for the sixth time today, making me realize how someone could be so indifferent without trying so hard– so fresh & foreign. I mean, there are countless words found in different dictionaries that if I were to answer, I'd gladly say "orange."
I once read that your words are your power. Some people say that you can define a person through his bookshelves, or in his palette selection but the thing here is that, I don't believe in those.
You can navigate someone with the things that come off in his mouth. And with that, you are so strangely different...
...that I just wonder if you like it hot or cold.
YOU ARE READING
She Inks
Poesíaa woman who inks on white; everywhere but not on her skin. a voyage on the simplest adventure the world has ever seen.
