Tag: strings

The things we want own us.
I wish I could disincorporate the parasites that are a part of me.
They got designs on your heart.
They’re homing in.
Shark eyes.
Sleep late wake late another day to take it apart put it together different.
What was it before?
Never tired as when I wake up.
I get my attitude in a dose of caffeine.
What’s wrong with you?
I’ve been wrong before.
Sometimes I wonder how people were.
What’s there left to be scared of?

By Ashish Seth

That’s my guitar in the picture. I named her Panther. She was born out of love.

By Ashish Seth