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i am...
a blog-reader
a grey question mark
a bare-backed turtle
a procrastinator
a black-scribble paper pile
a thought in an email. in five.
a rational idealist
a cry baby
a bad writer
a worse researcher
a user of fullstops
a left hand of faded mehendi.

a completely unnecessary post.

random writing.

i have lost a part of you. to you. that part has dissipated into fragments. fragments that have stuck to old clothes, new people and in the recesses of your mind.

through walks in grey rain. tube rides on the central line. a 2GB ipod playing a 'my' song. my fingers curl around memories of you that frost across the glass pane looking out onto central london. im the person who holds on tightly to a fist full of sand. i am melodrama. i am the once-walled, now razed to the ground.i am a proud egotistic mess of hopeful prayers and rational words.

and i should be working on my dissertation.