Sometimes I write. This is a place for such times. Honestly writing doesn't come naturally to me. Nothing does actually. What I am passionate about is doing nothing in particular, thinking nothing in particular.
But sometimes I read. And sometimes I like it too. And I like reading what I write when sometimes I manage to. Perhaps that is why i write.
With every breath, I inhale death.
A whiff of the
soft velvety heavy luke-cold smell of death.
I let it roll inside my body for a while.
I exhale.
A somewhat more sizeable death,
a softer velvetier heavier whiff of breath.
It left me a little more Deathless.
Korou Khundrakpam 2009
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