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Paper boats

I watched it float along the muddy stream that had just formed outside my gate. I watched it rotate in a circle. I watched as the structure became weaker with every drop that seeped through the paper. It didn’t break. It just faltered. Like me, It didn’t break. I watched it slowly move down the little stream as the cold drops of rain touched my head and soaked my bones. It felt good. I felt alive. and revived. The same feeling you gave me when you kissed me. Just as the rain quenched my thirst and drenched my lips, I remembered your lips. Your kiss.

I didn’t write this for you. No. I’m being selfish. I wrote this for me. Just me.

I’m content. I have you around my fingers. And I’m finally alive.

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow



I stare at walls hoping that something would guide me to another dimension where everything makes sense. I take life as it comes. I reside in which is now known to be the fastest growing city in the Middle East, Dubai. Surrounded by fake greenery and dusty air, I long for rain. I long for rain to drench my very being, untill i feel nothing but clean and revived. I dream of happy things and i know for certain that Peter pan and pixies and fairies and Santa exists. I know. Because theres no point in not believing. Im a child. I am a grain of sand. I am a speckle of dust in this polluted world. I am a spirit roaming the end of the earth, trying to find that wall. (Read the page Painted shadow for details)

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