I dont know how to say this.
writing is the way out, perhaps.
for it doesnt need me to reach out to it, it’s my own.
I am speaking out, I am depressed
on Saturdays, friends ask on whatsapp ‘what’s your plans’
I lie, that I have.
oh wait! I don’t…
I want to wake up in your arms, dreaming.
and go Bungy Jumping with our fingers, intertwined
Go dive the sky with my arms around your body
makingout in the vastness of the amber blue sky
‘hippi’fy my belongings and life to bare minimum,
to be with…