We will all choke to death one day.

Give me more trees and I will quit smoking weed.

On Cowardice.

I was brought up to love fearlessly. Its not my fault that the men I fell in love with turned out to be such cows.

Smile..Its for the camera!

We cry. We curse. We whine. We sulk. We attempt murder. We attempt suicide. We blame each other. We blame ourselves. We scream. We shout. We fight it out. We avoid. We ignore. We hate. We abhor. We run to escape. We run to be away.

Then how the hell do we ALWAYS come back with happy memories?

Photographs always fail to capture the family melodrama during family holidays.

On Beauty.

There is so much beauty in the world. Why should I bother about what I look like?

HELP ME GO GREEN

My thoughts are made of plastic. Non-biodegradable.
My dreams have been shrink-wrapped.
My breath is all carbon.
Soul cemented. Body-glass and steel.

Its very suffocating.

YOU GO FIRST.

I can cut my wrist and reduce the pain in my heart.
I can jump in the sea and drown all the curated memories of the past.
I can burn myself and the images that occupy my head.
But I think I will wait to see you dead instead.

Separation.

Well, he is going places and I am finally going where I feel like going.