Abishna Vamadevan

The bleeding beetroot

Wandering around the fortress that is my house. I’m hunting. Hunting for a sweet release from this junk appetite craving. Though I don’t need to do this adventure I believe I will arrive to a moment of great joy. Those pockets of joys unload overall joys which sounds ultimately appetising. I hope I earn money from this I think as I type this because money can buy me more food. Food is something I’ve struggled to attain at moments of my Student University life adventure so food is a wonderful concept in my world. Heck anyone’s WOLRd.