Happy New Year!

A strange affliction

It’s all in the eyes

The tired objects of admiration they’ve become

Staying up late to think about a good thing

Dry, red veins that sting when tears form

A puff of air that’s irritable

Every blink I hear when it’s quiet

Feels entirely bittersweet

When the pictures I see are incomplete.

-Aarushi

Out of Time

It feels like I’m running on someone else’s clock

Tick tock, tick tock.

-Aarushi