It’s all a palette
we are the painters
what do you want to paint?
I don’t want to paint anything.
I want to sit
listen to music
and the grey sky
and the quiet lake.
I don’t want to be around anyone.
God I hope it was worth not giving up.
Everytime I see a person I love
or a beautiful thing
it’s worth it.
Like the steam from my coffee cup
against the black and white morning.
That.
Or love.
seeking solace in the horizon of life and beyond
Mind • Body • Life
Creative Nonfiction & Poetry
Rhymes and Reasons for Every Season
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry by Dr. Abhinav Majumder
I hope that someone sees this page and decides not to give up.
Reflection
Climbing, Outdoors, Life!
Listen to your inner self..it has all the answers..
Blogging about Culture, Equity, and the Arts since 2013
Democracy and Human Rights
by Yashasvi Shailly
Musings and books from a grunty overthinker
Seeking Truth
:to put to death (as by hanging) by mob action without legal approval or permission
Writing Art
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