By: Aditi Angiras

Alone and lonely, simultaneously.
It’s like a double or a shot whiskey on the rocks, elixir from the top.

Each year, depression kills more love than people.
All I want to do is break empty glass bell jars
on the wall behind you

For two hours each day, three different days exist on Earth
That’s how long each hour feels, waiting for you
Lying down next to you,
waiting for you to turn around…

we’re like the twin towers; stand tall
I don’t wanna watch this falling, two pieces