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The flower child..: Flying without you - an email.
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An experiment in love. Sunday, July 21, 2013. Flying without you - an email. He writes stories with short, crisp sentences, but finds a way to insert semi-colons into them and that was what made me love him once. Well, not love-love, but enough to laterally lift me into a sort of frenetic compulsion that was borne out of the way the slant of his S’s seems to say, ‘I’m a stranger; tell me everything.”. July 22, 2013 at 3:22 PM. July 25, 2013 at 10:30 AM. Shankar K. Eham. July 27, 2013 at 1:46 PM. They say...
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The flower child..: Love Note to London.
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An experiment in love. Wednesday, May 30, 2012. Love Note to London. When my baby sister, Emm was three, she used to love the idea of driving on a bridge with cars driving under it. She was a beautiful child, pouty and stubborn, and her wide eyes would become wider still every time we drove on one. Even then I was too sensible to know what a silly thing that was. And today for the very first time, I felt like I was her on that day. May 30, 2012 at 10:43 PM. And you end it so beautifully.bravo. I loved th...
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The flower child..: Avoiding Reality.
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An experiment in love. Thursday, September 6, 2012. As the rubab stirs a high note, your steps become a dance. When it slows down, it becomes the melancholic sighs of your longing. When it stops altogether, it becomes his sleeping breaths on the bed next to yours in a countryside where no one knows your names. But he is scared of being in love- he actively looks for reasons not to be- though he has been with so many before. And maybe that should be a fault which you shouldn't forgive. The night wind turn...
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The flower child..: Tapas and tea candles.
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An experiment in love. Monday, September 8, 2014. Tapas and tea candles. We sat, ticking Shakespeare away and not noticing him pass by. And then we laughed. We laughed, because our babies would be so hairy. September 25, 2014 at 9:44 PM. Finally a post after almost an year. For once we thought you had abandoned us but there you are now. Beautifully written as ever with all its flaws. Perfect. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Most images are credited to deviantart. View my complete profile. When my bab...
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The flower child..: How to disappear completely.
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An experiment in love. Saturday, April 7, 2012. How to disappear completely. Don't you see, don't you see? You're just the torch to put the flame to all our guilt and shame. And I'll rise like an ember in your name. It was a sad story, and it depressed me. I asked if the girl was alive and they said she was. I asked if she was okay and they said she would be. I asked who she was and they said it was me. April 8, 2012 at 2:22 AM. April 8, 2012 at 5:04 AM. Its hard to describe in words how good you are.
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The flower child..: Introspection, and angst.
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An experiment in love. Friday, December 20, 2013. Introspection, and angst. All your life you overdose on saturated fats and rely on your metabolic rate to do things you are too lazy and too stupid to do. Then one day you wake up morbidly obese. I am told life catches up to you like that. That you keep running to keep pace with it, taking every hinge and every cranny as another logistical consideration, till one day you wake up and you realise you don’t even know who you are anymore. Who had access to th...
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The flower child..: There will always be Paris.
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An experiment in love. Tuesday, December 4, 2012. There will always be Paris. I am reading your lies again tonight-. They are crumpled up on yellow paper,. Obvious and unflattering,. Like a displaced orphan on the earth’s underbelly. I asked you to wait while it snowed. In the middle of the ice rink where we met. But these days I hear strange things:. I hear that there is something-. Something quite special about Parisian evenings. And the women swimming in them and their silk scarves. Or sil vous plait.
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The flower child..: The Tipping Point.
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An experiment in love. Monday, May 27, 2013. When I finally woke up the morning after, there were only five Euros left in my purse and my ankles had bloodied clots in a semi-crescent formation. An ambulance blared through the drone of the Monday morning traffic, and a church bell chimed unmusically. Swearing at the whole universe, I stumbled out of bed, with a white-hot hang over and the faint memories of a complete loss of dignity. Oh, for fuck’s sake. What difference did it make? You and I have floated...
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The flower child..: I can write the saddest lines tonight..
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An experiment in love. Thursday, June 24, 2010. I can write the saddest lines tonight. The night wind turns in the sky and sings. I can write the saddest lines tonight. I loved her, sometimes she loved me too. We've said goodbye too many times before, so there's no reason this should be any different. I love you,' he said. She was too terrified to say anything. I love you,' she said. 'Thank you,' said he. She was perfect to him. How can I ever burn your letters? And how can I ever let go till I keep them?
