we-believe-in-karma

Direction. Make sure it takes you forwards not backwards. One, just one step, At a time. Do you understand? Am I fragile? Am I delicate? I am sorry That I did this to myself. I have not yet fallen in, But it scares me That I want to so badly. I am not ready, To face the world yet. But I will Because one fear surmounts the other.

if my smile caught the wrong eye, if i rubbed your back by mistake if i was staring into space and your face was in the way and i put you in a trance, i'm sorry babe, didn't mean to. i know it might seem unfair, but those dreams that you had of us on a beach, us in a cabin by the lake, us scuba-diving in the Mariana Trench-- they were all yours honey. sweet honey soaked love. love that we didn't have, love. never did, hon. i wonder if the smell still lingers in your mind and keen eyes and the tunes of ever-changing laughter still resonate in your ears i can feel your mind try to get in sync with mine you t

When you’re young, you think some people are perfect. They stare at you from those billboards, with white smiles painted across blemish-less faces. Their bodies are Barbie-dollish and their legs are shaved and you couldn’t see any stretch marks, could you? They didn’t stutter while talking and they’d get all their homework right. In fact, you couldn’t respect them if they didn’t. Then you grow up and into the world of airbrushing and bulimia, anxiety and sin. Then you start to understand things and then you think that life sucks and that things should be different and you feel ashamed deep down cos you once loo

I’m obviously thinking about it. Tomorrow I sign the contract. Tomorrow I sell my soul. There’s nothing stopping me, except maybe a ten pound truck that smashes me to smithereens while I’m crossing the road. But that’s too much to ask for. I will probably have a dream. Or a nightmare. I will wake up sweating. Or glowing. Either way it wont change anything. I will shake the feeling. We have to suck it up. We all do. Ill walk my way to it and I’ll smile and I’ll say ‘how do you do?’ and I’ll be excited. Ecstatic. She told me how ecstatic she was. I know now. She wanted the prize. That look in her ey

She followed his shadow as it bounced blissfully in and out of the warm amber of the street lights and as it crept carefully in and out of the crevasses of the sidewalk. It was a quiet night; the silence was broken only by the zephyr of the occasional car cutting through the still air. He walked ahead, his long, lanky limbs floating effortlessly into the night. She thought it was strange that he seemed so distant, when he was but a few paces ahead. In the half-light, she could only see the silhouette of a head underneath a hood and hands tucked into pockets of acid wash jeans. She noticed that he never looked up. She half worried if he would

I remember when she walked down the stairs to welcome me into the family. She was a stout and dwarfish lady. Shades of pink clouded each cheek unevenly and a spotless white sari adorned her rotund body; she looked like the result of a quick but futile attempt at facile beauty. I would soon find out that she always wore that same sari of impeccable white. I never asked her about it when I was younger; I simply thought it was the most normal thing about her. I was satisfied in knowing that I would never have to worry about seeing her in one of those frightening out-fits that mother and father, and occasionally brother would wear on 'special day