a little romance with life

on my fingertips I can count the number of friends i've had since ten, twelve, nine years, and in between but there's one i can't forget i met Aloneness (A) in school, she was the dark mysterious girl in the backseat who everybody wanted to know but I liked colors and company and cold drinks, A and I only crossed paths she would watch me take friends to the bathroom and back she saw me skip lunch when by myself I would run into her dining at restaurants, she needed no company I thought she must have never skipped a meal we stayed apart, A and I, our worlds were different, too different but in college it got harder to find people to go the bathroom with me they told me I could do it alone – travel from point A to B and B to E those were the days when I saw A again this time an old woman, she looked so free while I missed talks and lectures because my friends were on leave A was there learning about the Mahabharata and existential psycholog...

We are fragile humans with a survival instinct We die without morning coffees and outlive abuse We giggle in terror, laughter is our reaction to fear I have a friend with broken bones who will cycle uphill They’ll peddle and sweat and peddle and sweat Who hurts bad at each beautiful song We are walking jars of shards of glass And warmest cushions for those we love We are the birds who fly with broken wings The fragile humans with a survival instinct poetry is back after months (what felt like years) of silence :')