Hidden noise, wet with nector of red flowers, creeps into my chest and asks, "you want to be reborn, don't you?"
Family is not about blood.
Dying to be a dead body
Rewriting one's own memories
Journey from worshipper to disbeliever.
Who needs power when you can have peace.
The reality is all too basic and too real.
The new pair of shoes vs the old one.
ثبات اک تغیر کو ہے زمانے میں
Faithful companions such as hell butterflies by my side.
I keep too few, but I keep them very close and safe.
They say it's all in the head.
