Archive for April, 2015

An Astronaut

April 24, 2015

It’s like a comet cratered your heart and in it sat a ghost of spatial aspirations–an astronaut bearing your name–till it faded in heavy airlessness, the stars turning into stone in the background.

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Carrabba’s Cup

April 9, 2015

There is comfort in sitting alone at a table for two, blankly staring at a half-eaten sandwich, imagining it to be your life on a plate, the rest of the world conversing, closing a deal maybe, discussing plans for a party to be thrown in a yacht two months from now, or simply spilling gossips over coffee and hushed, malicious laughter. This is a reminder of how you are always a lingering thought in a consciousness far greater than yours. And in all this, there’s a catch: you catching yourself glancing over your shoulder, hoping to find someone who’ll look your way and nod, as if telling you that she gets it too.