i’ll find a way to slip into your skin.


from the moment you put down
the weight
of the couch you helped me carry
I noticed little sweat drops
escaping the subtle tangles
of your hair
running into
the shelter of your arms.

i was modestly jealous
how easily they could get
somewhere i’ve been craving
to go, all this long.

in that moment
i promised the foggy city sky
i’ll find a way
to slip into your skin somehow.

We are all doomed


Here’s a little secret.

Something that no one has ever told you till now.

Something that doesn’t exist in any religious scripture.

Here it is: the Gods envy us.

Yes. They are jealous of us.

Why?

Because we are mortals.

Any living moment can be our last.

That’s why everything is more beautiful because we are all doomed.

You’ll never be lovelier than you are right now.

We will never be here again.