By thesecretwalldiary on Wednesday, May 30th, 2012
The days have come
Where I am
beginning to sing again
“you are always, always, framed against the sky, my friend, you have the world behind you”
Me, writing for Mark
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“Or he is born in a family
of disciplined men;
the kind of birth in the world
that is very hard to win”
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By thesecretwalldiary on Thursday, May 3rd, 2012
OH FUCK.
OH I THINK IDISMANTELED A WINDOW
AND WERONIKA FOZED IT
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Day 1, Year 20
By thesecretwalldiary on Thursday, May 3rd, 2012
And now that I have myself together and a few obligatory tears have been shed to satisfy the ego, I may now sit in my roommate’s chair (the only one available, as mine is invisible under all the clothes) and listen to the familiar sound of rain and thunder. It’s my birthday. The only day in the year that I welcome the rain. This is for me, I’ll always tell myself that.
Kavya, the wine is lovely. Thank you. This is ours.
Apoorva, for writing about mangoes and childhood strength and spontainiety. You continue to be my twin-of-hearts.
Belli, just to know you’re there for trust and love. Mum is still awesuck.
Taarika, for rewriting my heart-stories and filling the spots that need colour. You are my warmth.
Cheers, my beloveds. To growing from those kids huddled together in tears in the throes of a literature festival, to building for ourselves and each other firmer ground and the ability to ask better questions.
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By thesecretwalldiary on Wednesday, May 2nd, 2012
I hereby make this declaration: My birthday shall be the day we all meet again.
Y’all are kind, kind souls. May you all May (or March) born beauties forever be showered with summer.
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Birthdays
By thesecretwalldiary on Wednesday, May 2nd, 2012
I think I’m going to take this one as ‘another come, another gone’. Good luck, Sam.
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By thesecretwalldiary on Wednesday, April 25th, 2012
(Alfredo coming in for a hug)
Me: No, no, I’m sick..
A: (stops, stares) You think I care?
