I keep forgetting myself
How could I be yours, when 'am not even mine?
- "Inventing Love" by Astha Kesri
(inspired by the idea of food as a love language; portrayed beautifully in most K dramas; intrigued by these very episodes of metaphoric depiction, my own analysis of certain soft human emotions conveyed through food…)
@metamorphesque @kill-your-darlin
"Void" by Astha Kesri
I am 🤏🏽 close to running away to some abandoned palace and secretly live there forever...
"I slept, and slept, with my brain alive"
"I mistook a broken mirror for anonymity, and pared a hundred "me" within"
- Astha, "my two week old butterfly days" *a random collection of my 2am monologues*
00:18
- "Long lost, and never found", Astha
I want to...runaway
" with love, sir, i wish to serve myself some bread before I serve you a course, for I've starved my own hunger, and now I crave anything alive. "
" apologies, for I have been, scared, but aggressively, aggressively scared sir "
" I've washed dirt, and scrubed your basins white, sir, but I must say, your wine stained shirt remains. It commands me to honor it's poetic wrath with reality "
And how she thanked the world, for it's awaited doom, in casual conversations about flowers,
she'd smile at autumn, for death wasn't new to her, but the after...
" Poetic Betrayals " - Astha kesri
11.05.2022
Vulnerable yet dominant
I wish to fill myself with answers to questions I've never asked, for my mind is a hesitant colossal of chaos and mysteries , and it demands , but wouldn't dare , to know , more...