ekta somera

when words aren’t enough to describe what i feel & i fail to decipher the thoughts i think, i find solace in writing. my heart is stuck in the 80’s, i long to walk down the street wearing bell bottoms with an afro & sometimes the old soul inside of me conflicts with my ponderous heart. what is a hippie with rules? what is a gypsy stuck in one place? so i write & suddenly i am where i aspire to be.