Artistically Starved

“The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.”― Pablo Picasso This absent determinationWatches over time that simply refuses to haltIn the face of a starved, diminishing soul.Such creative impoverishment is thisWhere words flee and stick figures reignBreeding an utter lack of books –The kind with sweet, homely pages. Caught in […]

The Bus to Nowhere

“I want to give up my bearings, slip out of who I am, shed everything, the way a snake discards old skin.”― Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed The Christmas lights are fading, half-made-up trees on the verge of being completely disassembled and stored away in dark shelves and rooms until their time comes again. Festive smiles […]

Peer Pressure

I decided to write about peer pressure for this prompt because the entire idea of it feels like a chiasmus – it’s even more enhanced at college and I find it curious but draining all the same, haha! It’s exaggerated in terms of human beings not being human because the peer pressure I’ve experienced isn’t cruel at all – it’s just an elaborate scheme of masking one’s personality to be included.

If I had grown up

I came across a weird train of thought the other day while watching a few kids be the happiest they possibly could be at the time – one that I’ve often entertained before. It’s not necessarily true but it often feeds anxious thoughts. It was that growing up takes away one’s liberty to make mistakes as responsibilities start cropping up. There’s nothing wrong with being wrong, but life isn’t as experimental as it was when I was considered a child.