Harsh Verma

words in the right hands become weapons. art in the right hands becomes a mirror.

there is so much to hate in this world. so much to mourn. it is a miracle that my heart still has the capacity to love; you will not strip me of what little joy i have sequestered for myself for the sake of my sanity. you cannot have our art.

pick up a book. it just might free you from all that misery you feel.