Pranhita

“Mirages, you decide:
everything was never.
Though over your shoulder there it is,
your time laid out like a picnic
in the sun, still glowing,
although it's night.

Don't look behind, they say:
You'll turn to salt.
Why not, though? Why not look?
Isn't it glittery?
Isn't it pretty, back there?”
― Margaret Atwood, Dearly: Poems

“JUDAS: Why ... didn't you make me good enough ... so that you could've loved me?”
― Stephen Adly Guirgis, The Last Days of Judas Iscariot

“I was happy three days ago. Today I'm depressed. What happened? Nothing. An inner crutch slipped. Some poorly suppressed memory rose to the surface.”
― Mihail Sebastian, For Two Thousand Years

“Try and make them understand that while artists can recycle their suffering in their art, I didn't know what to do with mine.”
― Viola Di Grado, Hollow Heart