shivani misra Biography

This phase. What phase? I don't know. I know nothing and the chaos is real. It's in me. It's around me and repeatedly haunts me. It seeps down deep in my mind and makes me go insane but I hope it's just 'one of those days.'
I fight. I tug. Once again. And again. And I slowly find myself entangled in this chaotic thread made up of my chaotic thoughts. It feels like it's gonna eat me up alive and yet still, I fight, I tug, once again. And again with these ever-growing knots.
I write. I think further to detangle myself. I feel exhausted. I cry. I smile. I talk to those I call mine.
Oh! This chaos is really hard to understand sometimes.
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