lying in bed, a dead stare at the ceiling of a cold room is a gateway to a thousand thoughts. somewhere inside my head, i visualise some long gone moments being played all over again – a few long-standing friends on a riverside splashing frigid water over each other whilst sipping cheap liquor. now – at a summer wedding, the old friends are standing close to me - unable to comprehend i’m not with them. the closeness is missing - do i not know them? we’d divulge our secrets and fears, now we get surprises by posts and others. i’m not disappointed we went separate ways. though, it seems a little blue, for it happened so soon. sigh! we could’ve stayed longer and soaked in the moments in order to rewind and pause them wherever needed. we talked less, but when we did, we turned yellow. now the laughter is lost somewhere the culprit is that bastard time. some claim to find their soul-mates, a couple others curse love and hit the bottle everyday. a few work tirelessly to be big, and others ca...
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.