bheempalas 3

high on you.

my home with wet walls
on a road with rain drops.

and when my walls fall apart

you trickle in.

bheempalas 2

no trace of rest
you all keep me busy.

there is a memory of living in a cold green shadow
and there is one of hot blue thickness.
oh and i fergot about that one blowing wind on a very very old night
when i saw you.
now i run around a polluted ball of mist, finding memories!
with bheempalas.