Sometimes numbness comes
With a charm of melody that
Touches the strings of my soul....
And though, I know that my body
Is sinking under water, sometimes
It feels better than breathing air....

Sometimes all I want, is to talk,
But the sound of any human voice
Irritates me, at the same time....
And yeah, I know that oblivion keeps
Me alive and I am just a lazy escapist.
For me, night is like a local anaesthesia....

- Ipsita Mitra Pupu

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