The utter loneliness of a human being surrounded by thousands of personalities …

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Did you also grow up in a house where there are chaos over and over again? or were you a chosen one?

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That little girl is here now.
And I remember the tears now
The scream, the shouting—
and finally, the loud thud of the storm.

She prayed for it to end.
Begged God to take the pain away… or him.
But when He did,
the little girl lost something.

The thoughts of what ifs, what woulds—
they haunted her.
The adults around said whatever felt right,
gave enough names,
destroyed the only saviour.

A destruction so loud,
it still lingers after years.

That little girl is here now.
Again…

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There comes a day when you see the colors you’ve been missing your whole life, only for them to fade away again.

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I am an orphan while my parents are still alive.

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I love it when it rains the day after I am born—
Helps me embrace the nothingness that follows, forlorn.
It’s nature’s way of saying, “Psst, here’s your gift,”
A quiet nudge, a soulward drift.

Perhaps when I die, the rain will return,
To quench the fire, to let stillness burn.
A cyclical whisper, a celestial thread,
Rain speaks of beginnings, yet mourns for the dead.

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My battery is at 1%

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A wise man once said, ‘It’s okay to accept the fact that you don’t know. It is courageous to say, “Yes, I don’t know, and I am eager to learn.

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I used to stress endlessly about my weight,
Fretting over clothes that no longer fit.
You know what I did?
I started buying clothes in my size.

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She stared at the cut without blinking, her breath slowing with every passing moment. This was the deepest she had ever gone. Her veins lay open, and the blood gushed out like a burst dam. Slowly, the sensation began to fade. Letting out a deep sigh, a faint smile curved her lips as she whispered, ‘So this is how it feels to die.’ Then, with quiet finality, she closed her eyes forever.

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