Stunning writing from Ari Purkayastha from Fallen Alone
as your hand falters and falls between five lines of a music sheet, torn right before a hastily scribbled apology. suicides do that. they climb over your back and break your spine with the slightest pressure of their voices, while you still hear the hum-
missing a note. skipping a note like it never existed.”
there are too many different sorts of variations to this song and i still couldn’t seem to remember the first line before you were gone.
i never knew that you could lose people to the turbulence of a whiskey bottle until you proved that gravity was unbiased; that a one litre bottle could be just as deep, and hold just as many coffins as the bermuda triangle.
guess you learn something new each day.
sometimes i wish you hadn’t left anything behind. voices tend to have a ghost like ability to be heard…
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