Photography Poetry Writing

July 21, The Surface


I’m just gonna dwell on my love while you dwell on my problems, need a soft quiet place to dwell, from the spells and the metropolis hell, dwelling on my love in this well of opportunities and hopes, make me forget about my fears and hatreds, can’t dwell on them. No, no longer, no more, can’t dwell on my problems ‘cause dwelling on my problems means dwelling in a hell, a hell I’ve dwelt in for most of my life. No, I like this well, this alcove, this cave opening by the sea, with seagulls coming in and out to greet me and see the sea, salty. Delicious. I’m gonna sit here and dwell on my love and she doesn’t have to dwell on me. Let us find a nice quiet place to dwell.

By Ashish Seth


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