Desperate measures include reaching out for help.

Welcome back, I am really sad today; my heart is filled with sadness as I read a news that was about a girl who committed suicide. She was in Kota maybe preparing for mains or NEET and as she realized

I sleep With open arms Sometimes the birds I whistle to In the afternoon They come To take me Here we fly In the night In the sky of Fields of war Where we fought Where we died Here we fly In the night

Calming like moonlight on sweat sheen Fingers godlike on my threads Ink jumping Off you On me This, love, is... Breaths, flared and sulfered A daydream? Measurement's in process Rose breeze can't fight

We all are jumping, Dust smoke has reached our chests, and, now, I know how a sculptured fish feels in a wild wave. I'm swooning like everyone is here, though I'm not reeking of a mixture of expensive

IMG_20170208_065902.jpg I sleep With open arms Sometimes the birds I whistle to In the afternoon They come To take me Here we fly In the night In the sky of Fields of war Where we fought Where we died