Bring Us Together

The first time I had post world cup depression (PWCD) was four years ago. I had just returned from a solo road trip up to

Since the moment I left that craft store in Delhi, I’ve been on that high. You may know it if you’ve ever haggled your way to

I see it in the distance hear its whispers, calling out my name and I sit at the edge, feet dangling freely, belly gurgling with

What you have is a loud in my face kind of life that can cut, slice my flesh open I still walk, upright, one foot

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