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Continue reading →: Haunted: A Poem
It’s not the meaninglessness that haunts me. It’s the emptiness. It’s the hours and hours of mindless, seamless, boundless searching, worrying, scratching, weeping, struggling. It’s watching the sun go down every day, It’s watching the seasons change the trees, Watching buildings rise and then wither away, Watching people I love…
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Continue reading →: Meteor Shower
How strange is this time. Days pile up against days, float over the little joys and hurt of everyday life like flower petals in the wind. You find yourself grappling through it, immersed in the bittersweet deliciousness of it, and then suddenly, another year has come and gone. The weather…
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Continue reading →: Shadow of the DayDear Chester, The first line is always the toughest. Type, backspace. Type, enter. Type, delete document. I always pause, stutter, hesitate. Writing late into the silence of nights like these, I feel like I’m laying myself bare. I think of all those letters I never posted, the emails that are…
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Continue reading →: Neon, neon, neonIt’s the 13th of April. There’s something so inauspicious about today. Sinister, almost. I’m not a big fan of this month. I’m waiting for June, desperately. The moon is hanging low tonight, uncannily orange. From my window, it looks like a gigantic bulb in the sky. Alt-J just released the…
Hello,
I’m Astha
Welcome to my blog. I use this space as a pensieve: a place to store my memories and feelings. It’s a rest house. An easy chair. A watering hole for the soul. I’m glad you’re here. Take a look around, make yourself at home ☕
Butterflies and Hurricanes 