every time i feel my world is crashing, the skies turn gloomy and they too start falling. when i was young i thought
babies i came from the sky, maybe i was right. at least they feel me, cry with me. i guess these black and white shots are self-explanatory; why they habituate this space today. i wish i could say i’m on the road to recovery but alas i’m still far from standing. questions of whys and ifs are consistently constructing solid base in this head – i wish i could see a blueprint. it’s like when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object; that’s exactly what this is.