Monday, January 27, 2020

The just imaginary isthmus between us


Like relishing the last dregs of an intoxicating drink but disaffected, I, while braving through a duel with sobering myself up to the gruelling notion of interconnectedness against the stark taken for granted intake of being there independently, wholly, presumed I had had a glimpse of your way of rating me, through your notion of how life should be spent, but so fleeting. 

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