Daisies by Věra Chytilová
My thoughts on Daisies.
Unrest for death
A clean slate. With her gone, my whole family has disappeared. A gust of wind on the dust of time passing by in the hourglass that pulveriz
So what have you been up to since?
So much money spent and so many years of education later, I can not even remember most of the information I memorized and regurgitated.
Apologies and such.
How many 'I am fine' rolled between your tongue despite the heaviness you feel in your chest?
My Blue Paradise
I live in Mumbai now, and it doesn’t have too many terraces. A window view of the moon is rather rare, and the sky is never that clear.
Labels, In a not-so-perfect world
We live in a world where anything that deviated from the norm is mislabeled and misrepresented. So until we live in a perfect world, I need
A slow collapse
Is there a fury in the bleakness of the after-death, a separation beyond anxiety, a hopelessness beyond the last farewell?
When reality confuses you
The scene in my room is like a weird dream, and this reality is hurting my mind. I am standing and staring at my life in confusion.
Dichotomy of Good and Bad
The best way I can explain it is if I examine the separation of the two worlds to staring through a rain-spattered windowpane.
Tender
Excerpt from, The End Of The Line. I feel tender, but not like a flower or a love story. Instead, a deep cut left weeping in the cold...
Paranoia II
I will wait for better times on the other side and find myself drawn to your gravity, once again, but time...
Not everything is meant for keeps.
ome things I embrace, some things I throw out to the pigeons and lost souls that search for meaning, and some things, I let take me to....
I am having one of those days
I am having one of those days where this feeling is so impenetrable that I can’t believe I am able to sit upright.
It was difficult to get up today.
Ask me how many hours I slept. I wouldn’t be able to answer. 2 ? 14? 8! That’s the right number, isn’t it? It’s hard to tell anymore. It...
Moving past old hauntings
The haunts, all vacant; old reveries of memories held dearly no more; they persist, and like nails, they pierce through the skull like...
Figuring Life Out
Uncertainty is a curious thing. It is complex because it doesn’t have any sort of form. It’s mutable and constantly changing. It doesn’t sit
The scars that you can't see
So while I sit here wading, brooding in the depths of these thoughts, I can’t help but wonder, what if these scars were visible?
Paranoia hits us all
The past is bittersweet and the future seems so terribly grim. The light that’s inside us, has gone so desperately dim.
Words That We Never Say
It’s the things that we never say that truly get in the way. Those unspoken truths could serve as little proofs that someone’s existence...