Phir Kabhi...

It's July & I have HOPE In Who
I'm Becoming.

There are no people to call. There is no love in the morning. There is a huge respect for literature and bright minds. Joseph Campbell, Jack Gilbert, Etty Hillesum, Chekhov... The list goes on and there is an undying love for all things wonderful, all things magic. All things lovely and tragic, intelligent or sad, but in this story, these are the things that keep our hero lost. These are the things that make him go on and on, endless views with no end in sight, and this is the magic curse that makes him burn up the letters and throw keys in rivers. These are the things that keep him running. From what? Who knows. But run he does.

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Sitting on terrace after a rainy day

"Hey," she whispers, "have you ever been in love?"
"Almost," I tell her.
She tilts her head. "Almost?"
"Yeah. As in, I could have loved her. As in, she nearly decided to stay. As in, things might have turned out differently if this and this and that."
She's gazing into my eyes like I've broken her heart.
And then she said I promise I'll never leave you.
"I'm sorry," but I'm not healed yet.
"It's okay," she says. Her shoulders are shaking. "I'll keep you close like my poems & dreams."
- New Beginnings

Видео Phir Kabhi... канала Rohan Singh