Because I'm right here in front of you,
Yet it's not me I see reflecting in your eyes..-
Random thoughts writer..
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Isn't it ironic, how the moments of greatest clarity manifest in the darkest of times ?
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You never really know how very alone you are unless you look for a shoulder to cry into and find that is your own shadow
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The scrumptious cursive of elegant accomplishment..
The unruly scribble of rage that shakes through my very core..
The faint scrawls of mumbled guilt and repressed feelings..
The childish doodle of mirthful giggles..
The unambiguous jottings of decisiveness..
The argumentative sludges of inner conflict..
The cramped mishmash of overwhelming anxiety..
The simplistic longhand of mundane musings...
You might just see ink that flows on to
paper when I write..
But what truly flows are my emotions.-
Ever notice how the most gruesome bruises,
black & blue dwindle into a mellow yellow,
How unsavory, unfortunate gashes turn into pink little slivers that vanish before you know it..
How the particularly agonizing mishaps turn into dull painless scars that are mere souvenirs of pain..
But ironically,
Scornful remarks and repugnant words cave into the most delicate crevices of your soul,
Like seething splinters ,
they burn and sting each time when reminisced,
Each memory the salt reopening the wound..
Perhaps that's why the wise proclaimed,
The pen is mightier than the sword..-
Adversities are like air..
The repulsive requisite.
The same Air puts out the candle when it blows too harshly is also indispensable for the candle to combust..
Adversities are our proverbial Air..
They might extinguish the fervour of our morale when they're full of gusto,
like a harsh gale of wind threatening to uproot everything in it's way ..
But they're also the constant background
woosh required to feed the fire in our souls and set our hearts ablaze..
We just got to keep breathing..-