Binesh Shrestha

The kid that did lost Once the friendly one who enjoyed company of all, now all he does is scrawl. Gulping down pints of liquor was one of the best things now he cared for and thinking about his future was one of the few things he was scared of.

Not all you meet tend to stay Some are just strangers, passing along the way People seem so vivid, and I prefer gray If only one could stop reminiscing, but alas I'm not made of clay.

With you, even the four-walled room is a different universe How the things unfold like it has been perfectly rehearsed So much blissfulness, as if anytime things can burst But seeing you leave, still feels like some curse.

Dear Vincent, How have you been? I hope the afterlife is suiting you well my life is fine too  but not that swell.