musings of an insomniac

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it’s mine

it’s mine

By Arti Honrao on July 09, 2022
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go on...

go on...

By Arti Honrao on July 08, 2022
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the river runs through...

the river runs through...

By Arti Honrao on July 01, 2022
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the good ol’ days...

the good ol’ days...

By Arti Honrao on June 28, 2022
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the muse

the muse

By Arti Honrao on June 26, 2022
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Exist

Exist

By Arti Honrao on June 07, 2022
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the devastating storm

the devastating storm

By Arti Honrao on June 03, 2022
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a night in a bar

a night in a bar

By Arti Honrao on April 30, 2022
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wash, rinse and dry.

wash, rinse and dry.

By Arti Honrao on April 29, 2022
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waiting...

waiting...

By Arti Honrao on April 28, 2022
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born again.

born again.

By Arti Honrao on April 27, 2022
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the release

the release

By Arti Honrao on April 26, 2022
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home

home

By Arti Honrao on April 25, 2022
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PTSD

PTSD

By Arti Honrao on April 24, 2022
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passion. lust. the fire.

passion. lust. the fire.

By Arti Honrao on April 23, 2022
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the disruption

the disruption

By Arti Honrao on April 22, 2022
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There are so many things in life we cannot explain, so many things we wish we never have to explain. There are times when we wish we could just break free, forget what matters, walk into the darkness, steal ourselves away from everything and everyone. It is about how we deal with such moments, is what life is made up of. It is our attitude that defines who we are.

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the voice

I lay in bed curled up like a foetus why? I ask why does it matter? is it worth? I wonder. things happen - they leave imprints on the mind; ...

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