slip the agony in complex sentences and call it art. one feels the struggle, others see only comma splice. she says - erratic thoughts, stuttering words, and confused humans perhaps are misconstrued masterpieces. only if you perceive, chaos is a mess too beautiful to be put together. swimming in my mind’s ocean. am i dreaming or are these lights rather too low? if i were someone's dream, wouldn't it be a dark show? reality cuts me off. (it) disrupts the addictive imagination - throws me into a pool - walking-dead people. i don't know why i am here and what i'm going to do. therefore, keep your ordered world. let me be in this patternless universe with a few dots that are unconnected. listen carefully! a subconscious screams concealed pain & pleasure. around her finger, she twirls a few hair strands. damn! i smile and ponder - not to fall again. subconscious love; subconscious pain *** buy my books on amazon - redhya
i am redhya. and this is the place where i spew out the havoc birthed by my triggered neurons in the form of words. you may or may not like my writings. however, i insist on you reading some of my works. besides that, you may leave any comments so that i can know my writings from your perspectives. s u r r e n d e r yourself before you read any posts; otherwise, these are merely some words taking their last breaths and it's impossible to resuscitate them now.