It is cold and dank through and through,
I am engulfed and I drown into the blue I flail my arms to stay afloat, To stay in the sun and find my boat. But the darkness engulfed me tight and taut, I was pushed over the edge, even though I fought Into the depths of a blue blackhole, Unknown fear embraced me as its goal. Unfounded anxiety awaits me here, Frightful creatures and nightmares bring fear Tentacles of a brewing storm muffle, All my attempts to combat the blue struggle. Scrambling to the surface through this haze, The sea of my mind is in a peculiar phase Dreary and handicapped when seized by the blues, Able and ebullient when light ensues.
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AuthorAn Indian visual artist, living in Pune, who finds her challenge and her calm in the realm of paper. Archives
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