It's good to have someone listen to your apathetic midnight thoughts. The urge to break down is strong, but to be seated in one corner while you speak of your non-congruent introspect washes away the exasperation. It is true that a friend is all you need in times of blue. But sometimes, the monsters inside your head are loud enough to scare anyone who wishes to console you. You push them away and start to run as if it would solve all the tangled problems the world has crowned you with.
But what can you do when the pull of the strings is much stronger than your urge to escape? Can't you see? We are all playing the role of a playwright from heaven. But sometimes, I wish they have given me a better role to play. Someone who does not brawl her eyes on simple matters. Someone brave enough to face and accept the truth masked by an exhilarating deception. Someone who mingles and meddles, strong enough to speak her mind, and not afraid to say no when the world becomes too abusive for her to even handle.
At 2am, while everyone is curled up in their beds, going through a series of dreamsand nightmares, I lie awake as I ask countless questions. I speak without speaking.I let the hot breeze of the buzzing electric fan kiss my skin as if I was amighty heroine worthy of adoration. And then, I listen to my thoughts... becauseno one is ever ready to hear and know what they are made of.
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The Brain is Never at Rest
PoetryHi. This is a collection of the pieces I wrote for the past years. If some of these sounded or looked familiar, it's because I've posted them in another account I used to go by. Thank you for taking the time to read my work! I hope you'll have a fu...
