Finished a new video last night and wanted to share.

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Today I watched white privilege shine brightly. So now i walk in grass close to the road. Fast forward a year later. A young white, very new coworker speed walks that very path. He seems harried, escaping the sun, highwater pants, flop flops , a tshirt, heading towards the same place where as I. I was told last week not to wear Nerdy tshirts on casual Friday.

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Posted on April 16, 2015. Your skin tastes sweet and dry, like history. On the first morning of our first meeting. Like old paper and papyrus. I draw loose circles around the taste of you. Twisting you in beside me. Willing the veil be torn away. Of freedoms found only in restraints.

Gar Na Aatey Wo Lamhen Zindagi me To Zindagi Dushvaar Nahi hoti,. Har Roz Kisi Ko Bhulane Ki Qasmon Ki Yun Haar Nahi Hoti. Keh to Diya Doosron ke Saamne ki Bhula diye Wo Lamhen Maine,. Par Kya Karun Yahi baat Khudke Saamne Mujhse Iqraar Nahi hoti.