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Home
“I wanna go home”, she cried. “Home”, I thought. I shouldered it all to come here, not for wealth or their pride, just to escape the ache in my heart. I came here so that I can run away from that ominous feeling — Needing to fill that fucking hole in my heart. I came
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Nirvana
“What’s your favourite album?”, she asked. “In Utero”, I replied, surprising her with the answer. I started listening to Nirvana when I was 17. Soft verses and loud choruses— I got a kick out of it. I don’t miss that time of my life where I drowned myself in substances, surrounded by opportunists. I listened
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Fever Dream
“Feels like a fever dream,” she said. I voiced my little “Umm hmm.” Didn’t give it a thought that day. Then when I woke up the next morning, I looked around me—she’s asleep. Some light is coming from the complex double-layered window. I’m in Florence, and it’s 2024. I go towards that window and light
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Stairs
“These stairs look… daunting,” I finished her thought. She was in unbelief that I used that word. I love walking with her. Getting used to a slower pace was challenging, but I adapted. Sometimes, I slip up and walk faster, but she rightfully tells me to slow down. When she’s with me, my precious little
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Puppy 🐶
“You’re my puppy,” she said. “Yes, I am,” I thought. She engages in playful banter, tenderly calling me her “puppy” with a smile. Much like a devoted owner, she showers me with attention, gives gentle pats on the head, and at times treats (kisses, of course) when I obediently come running towards her signals. It’s