Sometimes it gets foggy
and bad days come around too often
but just remember
Life is worth living

Unburdens the dusky river

dreams of flow dead in the bog of hyacinth
harvest burnt in the scorch of aridity
ripples robbed by the silt of dogma
sunbeam denied by the **** of creed

I was meant to reach the sea,
now I would never make it.

I pick the river's shattered pieces
with my own from the wintry dusk.

गोथार सान बर'नि
थुनलाइनि आबाद फोथांनो
1952 मायथाइनि 16 नभेमबर
बासुगाव गयबारिनि बिखायाव
सान अखाफोरनि साखियाव
बर' राव फोथांनो
बर' थुनलाइ जौगाहोनो
बर' हारिखौ मिथिसार होनो
नों बर'नि आगोमा आफाद
बर' थुनलाइनि बिगोमा
नोंनि थैथाब नांथाब नाजानाय
नोंनि थुनलाइखौ अनसाइनाय
थांना थाथों नों
अराय जुगामि जाना
फोथां नों बर' हारिखौ
खाबु हो नों
बर' थुनलाइ सोरजिनो

I am getting closer
and closer
to being able to cry again.
My soul has been an awful drought to my body.
When I cry
again
it will be a great day.
Perhaps even, the greatest in history.

The colds coming so is the snow. For sure I'll take the winters snow just not the winter cold. Winter cold blows.

When shall I see your face again
Or taste your crooked smile?
When shall I gaze in your hazel eyes
And drown in them for awhile?

There's something about you,
I'm not sure what.
But when you're not here,
My soul just feels cut.

When shall I breathe in your scent again
Or hold you in my arms?
When shall our story finally begin?
Perhaps when we're over past harms.

We both want to move on,
But we just can't let go,
So we cling to each other;
Claim we're taking it slow

Will we admit that we're more than friends?
Or will this end
Before it begins?

i find myself wandering through your thoughts
as you wander through mine
exploring the intricate paths
all the little details
and in that moment i hoped to lose my way
stuck in the lovely labyrinth of your mind