vows are akin to cold air it lingers in your bones even if you forget
Month: December 2025
the morning walk amongst mindless drones piloted by the forces of capitalism and shaped by the invisible hands of a higher stimuli
sometimes it is the quiet ones who carry raging battlefields in their souls they may hide it well but sleep haunts them with charred faces and memories of hope
with borrowed fire i walk the lands of my ancestors until the day the fire becomes my own to nurture
salt offered in one palm while the other receives the burden of prophecy
there is a certain kind of darkness the shadow of an entity that holds more apocalyptic futures than light can tolerate
the freedom to birth and evolve a thought or idea is what drives the human condition and its underlying tangents
that which did not burn or could not be buried smothered by nonhinary tides
the rain untamed fills debauched bodies with silence rest finally comes but at a grim price
autumn we let the light fade without fear
elancharan gunasekaran 