A man with none to regret is a man without a conscience.

Bhaijan's 31st Birthday today. He's old.

There is this person, a she, who the author doesn’t understand. He tries to appease but doesn't know what to do and "she" is completely unknown to him, and his make-believe self/actions make her seem interested but he’s never sure what he’s doing right. And so I’ve come to conclude, that’s only because he’s an idiot.
I broke one of the rules in the night. God knows why I did it. I'm losing my favorite game.
Tomorrow lies in Hell. Everything will end. It’s bound to.

Dreaming of a nightmare and waking up to one.
I'm doing something wrong aren't I?

The cool breeze by the river tingles the surface of my skin. It roams around my back drawing the length of my hair away from it as though holding me to calm my senses yet leaving me to shiver for the moment without breath. My heart sinks deeper and I drown in thoughts of you all over again as my feet drag me into the depths of the wetness with my eyes wide shut. How is it that you have the sweet languor about yourself that leaves me in this impuissant state? Tonight I let the river console me.
I will get you tomorrow.