Kamna's Blog

You and you alone have the right and the power to pick yourself back up when you feel like you're in the darkest tunnel. Funnily, (almost made this as a bingo the other day), it's you alone who allows yourself to even let things effect you enough to drive yourself right into the tunnel. But all tunnels have an end. It's only a matter of time; and time is very relative to your emotional state of mind; before the event you're dreading passes by (my exams), and you're back to some semblance of normalcy. A month of depression can feel like 3 months. There's an end to everything that begins. It's just that when we're overwhelmed and too hurt to move because we think it'll only hurt more if we move, and it's so much easier to drown in the misery and even enjoy it just a little bit; it's just that when we're too involved in the sorrow, we don't understand that there is going to be a day, however far in the future, that the thing(s) bringing...

The wailing whale in her veil was upset Because her male forgot to bring in the mail And she'd gone pale due to lack of the water pail And no more could she on the high seas sail as she was held hostage, lipstick was to be made out of her, for the year end sale And so this sordidly horrid tale comes to an end and I will randomly say 'tail.' ''I lived alone so I took him home, he doesn't love me but, he keeps me company, everything's alright.''

It had been so long since they were together, longer than they were married, longer than they were even a couple, and as long as she could remember. He couldn't remember, after all those years of togetherness, he had no memory of her, no deja vu when he smelled the lillies at the window sill that was her signature scent for all those years. He didn't remember anything about her. It was as if she never existed, as if those memories; some bittersweet, but most of them just so incredibly sweet, were just never made. But it didn't matter, his not remembering, not anymore anyway. What matters anyway? She died last night. And he didn't even feel the loss. How can you feel the loss of something you don't know and something you have never had? That's comforting I guess, his not being able to feel the loss. If he could, it would probably be too much for him to endure. Especially after all he'd been through already. I'm his second wife, but his first wife in hi...

Sinking infinitely into this blacker than black hole Racing towards my inevitable doom With arms wide open Eyes ablaze Hair flying Fearlessly diving into the deepest darkest parts of the ocean Without thought or planning Without reservations Just the raw action of rapid relentless motion Dreamless Aimless Only one thing is sure Nothing will come of it Everything given up for nothing

This blog post is going to be a very bloggy type of post where I am going to attach pictures and use numbering and make it look all nice and organised. I've been doing a lot of art/craft, not sure if that's the word to use, but off late, I have been doing some nice things with my time. Like, 1. Me and a friend together made bags! The small sling ones! The canvas tote bags! 2. I made wine! It took me 42 days and I used  this . This is what it looked like on Day 1! And on Day 42! 3. I made a body wash out of this Dove bar . Step 1 - Grate! Step 2 - Boil with water!   Step 3 - Bottle and LABEL bitches! Toodles.

The raper needed some tape and paper to properly write down all his raping sins while the tap outside dripped and then the reaper in his cape tripped and fell down that's what caused him to cough out some pepper all the while he tried miserably to prepare his dinner. The pauper sat on his lone stool in the lone subway and watched as the hours of the night slowly dragged on. The rats they seemed unperturbed as they scurried beside his stool. Two of them holding in their vile jaws the flesh of a man named Tyron whose decaying bits lay on the tracks all haphazardly. One of the mice was fatter and blacker and seemed to dominate the one following closely behind. The pauper, musing, imagined for 32 minutes mundane conversation about dinner between the two city mice, before falling into a deep slumber, his little finger pierced in his left ear and other fingers bearing the weight of his oversized head and feeling the moist bloody scabs of his 32 days since a wash, an unsanitary gutter w...

I get fascinating dreams. I got one wherein I was at this supposedly religious place I'd never been to before with my mom and sister and had to leave for the visit at 3 am. We go to a pier and there's a huge group there, maybe 30 people and a huge lake. The moon is at the same place the sun set sun normally is at and so you can see moonlight so bright and it's so big and deathly silent and beautiful and then a long possibly Chinese red boat slowly and noiselessly pulls in on the side and the seats are in such a way that 2 people can sit in a row and there are probably 16 rows and each of the 8 face the opposite side and no one is even talking. My sister goes in and I slide in next to her and my mom just looks at us as if to say okay I will come next time and every time a person enters the boat, they are doing so one at a time, the boat tips toward the edges and it feels like it could topple over but it never does. When fully occupied, I don't even notice or look at anyb...