Town girl aspirations

I once promised myself

Himalayan narratives in poem and paint

Remnants of a life lived vicariously

Through story and art

Experiences imagined

Through stained windowpanes of my ranting mind

But tonight, I am empty

Of exotic love and great addiction,

A life only made of mundane battles

And ordinary war.

Didn’t you ever wish you were interesting?




She saw everything in the starlight of another world. She could never make sense of ordinary things. She walked like it was dangerous. She heard only the sound of her own truth. She needed a love that was beyond what this earth could offer. She was made of starlight and she needed starlight love.

He could only give her what was left after fighting all the demons in the background.