say something. words. saw my name in print yesterday. lost in a sea of text in a huge glossy. 150 words and a name. funny sweet to think that some random stranger in a flight to somewhere, or while waiting for someone something, for godot, idle, will/might casually browse thru and it might leave a smudge somewhere. silly happy.
i visit you i might not for some days. bhadaas nikaal-ing.
cells, mind, mood mutating. the tramp refuses to budge.
wish i cd think of something clever to say. my epiphanies usually drop in when i'm in the shower...by the time i'm decent and dry, they've hotfooted it out.
dull, i shall be, today.