~~ c l
y a
c c
l i
storms in my teacup
one every day
something to fuss over
just for this instant, just to forget
a chain-clanging ghost that lives
in the haunted mansion in my chest
to dilute the hurt
so I can get drunk on it
sacrifice my consciousness
on the altar of emotionality
and then wake up suddenly one morning
to realize that this is silly
to weep over illusions
that i’ve kept myself deluded
there aren’t any storms anymore
just me
and
you
and
happiness
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
25.09.2012
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 4:25 AM UTC
~~ c l
y a
c c
l i
storms in my teacup
one every day
something to fuss over
just for this instant, just to forget
a chain-clanging ghost that lives
in the haunted mansion in my chest
to dilute the hurt
so I can get drunk on it
sacrifice my consciousness
on the altar of emotionality
and then wake up suddenly one morning
to realize that this is silly
to weep over illusions
that i’ve kept myself deluded
there aren’t any storms anymore
just me
and
you
and
happiness
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
25.09.2012
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
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