Night Thoughts:
Sep 2, 2018 · 1 min read
A poem

Every night
I started to wash my face
With the tears.
Everynight.
Does it make me alive?
Or
Does it make me completely
Paralysed?
Flowing water..
Flowing emotions...
Both
Need a resistance
Cultivate..
Grow..
Love...
Need an assurance from life.
