Trying to make you feel alive is like thumbing through the pages of an abandoned diary: torn, stained, and voiceless.

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This throttled space and the dryness in my life I have lived along slurps me to the depth where no trace of freedom nor eternal delight ever lasted.

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~ I was abandoned from life;
It was poetry that sheltered me first,
And now it's art, and then it will be nature.

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Deep down, it's the downpour again;
Flooded are my eons of remembrances;
Tales undeciphered and desires yet to taste,
All they seek is a serene verse ashore.

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After a long pause, I hear
the urge of my every single heartbeat
pleading me not to shut them again.

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|The eternal bruise|

You try hard not to think of your unpleasant memories.
But still, you dig into the extreme of misery each time you attempt not to think about it.

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Inking of a boneless mass

Life's not going as smoothly as it has been lately. You experience the fear of falling apart killing every inch of your courage stacked in. You hear the swift pace of your heartbeat which is uncommon. And at last, you become aware of your virtues being resorbed, making you boneless.

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You feel more alive once you reminisce about your past, despite it being emotionally dreadful.

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I find myself miserable when I don't feel like penning down my emotions and letting my eyes speak.

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Losing every people
whom I love feels like
pulling out each strand
of yarn knitted around
my subtle heart leaving
me heartless.

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