Shritikaaa

To be understood is to prostitute oneself.

I prefer to be taken seriously for what I'm not, remaining humanly unknown, with naturalness and all due respect.

Nothing would bother me more than if they found me strange at the office. I like to revel in the irony that they don't find me at all strange. I like the hair shirt of being regarded by them as their equal. I like the crucifixion of being considered no different. There are martyrdoms more subtle than those recorded for the saints and hermits. There are torments of our mental awareness as there are of the body and of desire. And in the former, as in the latter, there's a certain sensuality...."

Without the ache of not knowing, would you still be you?

I looked over my shoulder

To see if the 10 year old is still watching

But I've lost it, I've lost her