Phul gunaah, de dhup kaale,
Sapneyan vich khiran lagan
Mahik khire itar bhini
Dharkanan vich pasar jaaye.
Flowers of sin, like some black sun,
Bloom in my dreams
Their perfume-sodden fragrance
Spreading through each heartbeat.
It is because I dove into the abyss that I am beginning to love the abyss I am made of.
Waiting, waiting… For the person most important to me to wake up. Ten years, and nothing has changed. Going through memories that we all wished we could abandon. Waiting is so painful. Wake up… Faster. How long has it been since I prayed for this pain to take me instead. How strange, I’ve never stopped such thoughts, though my faith diminished years ago.