Constantly reckoning-
Amicably manifesting-
Glass half-full projecting-
We over me collective-
Alive in the present-
Living for the past-

One Love,
Bench~

My Story

Who are you?
Who am I?
Does it matter?
Maybe-
Maybe not-

But while we’re both here-
Take my hand and let me guide you-
Through ponderous husks, weeping willows and good-natured doves-
Let’s fly above the evergreens and glide as volcanos erupt-
Let’s navigate and adjust fantasies deliberately and abrupt-
Let’s take a second for ourselves, to smell the roses and the rust-
And tomorrow-
Let’s play this game again-
Because we both know it’s a must.

And remember, always feel sun-glazed regardless of the weather :)

{Om Bhur Buhva Swaha}