(Written September 24, 2012, at 3:15 am.)
Every dead star in the sky is us.
No longer extant,
But reaching across time to the present.
Every dead star in the sky is us.
No longer extant,
But reaching across time to the present.
About Me
- Kriti
- Analyzing and over analyzing. Loving. Hating. Being. Seeing. Hearing. Talking. Closing my eyes. Breathing. Thinking. Thinking that I'm thinking. Believing. In very few things...but believing in them with every fibre of my being. Dancing. Till my heart is on fire. Watching TV shows. I'm addicted. Math. Programming. Mahabharat. It's fascinating. Discussing religion and its evolution. Ramadan. It's uplifting. Reading. Writing. Words. Learning. Trying. Giving. Waiting for the one I lost over the stupidest and horriblest mistake ever.
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