The Dance by Snata Basu

My biggest dream is to not be lonely,among other things, of course.Such a big portion of me struggles to reason the outcome,the past and future all seem a blind torch,where am I now? a giant theatre.Now begins the lovely show.Oh so lovely, the dance of recovery,nauseating, and awfully slowSo compelling is the rhythm and the music,sick and revolting,so incredibly alone.I must dance, here and now,The … Continue reading The Dance by Snata Basu