Being with you,
Is like being in the memoryless state
Just before I fall asleep;
When the windows to my face
Have been pried apart
And my eyes are wide open,
While the body has lost all awareness
Of everything below my neck –
The pain in the arms,
The heaviness in the stomach,
The pull at the small of my back –
Everything except the eyes
That keep on staring at you.

About Aditi

My thoughts are who I am and I am what my thoughts make me.
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