Drowning on Land

All that I held in me

All that I have been holding for so long –my thoughts, under bearings, longing, love, interests and memories too deep.

They are running in the veins touching my heart to make me feel their presence.

They tended a world in me, so content.

There, mornings are painted in the colors I adore across them delicate clouds drift and don't vanish as those of nature do to our regret.

Evening there, reminds me of those tranquil arts where silence is heard.

The sweet hours I crave to sniff, might through it once more my soul enlivens, is the aura there.

All that I said in quiet to myself.

All that I spoke to me beneath the astral sky.

All those words trapped in my head.

All those tears I swept in the chasms of my soul, no way to let them out.

All the pieces of my soul that melted and dripped through tears.

All the joy after stumbling for what I never got.

All those songs I hummed quietly, delightfully.

All those pages of books I wept over, smiled, grinned, chuckled, sighed, mourned.

All those nights when I was up over thinking.

All those things that stuck me hard.

All the moments when I yearned for someone to be by my side.

The entire lure when my heart refused to survive but could beat.

An infinite reading booklist.

A smile from an unfamiliar person.

A moment when you realize the world is too loud.

All those moments shared with an acquaintance remarkably extraordinary.

The smell of new books.

Reading your old journal or letters.

Spending the entire day reading books with friends.

A moment of proud.

Sobbing at night under pillow covers.

Texting balderdash to your chum.

Weeping with no tears.

Counting the stars.

Sipping on your coffee while glancing on long forgotten photographs

Receiving compliments

A hug shared by someone after many years

Watching snowfall, rainfall

Time spent with close ones

Having terrifying insights as soon as finishing a horror movie or book

Falling in love with fictional characters

Sobbing without any reason

Planting seeds, tending it, watching it grow into flowers

Staring yourself in the mirror

All the things I felt, heard, said, yearned; mourned, longed, sobbed, smiled for, is trail of knowing my world that I dwelt too deep in my soul.

I m holding them for too long they are building up ways to get out but I can't. I'm afraid they would be unheard in this loud world, of no importance. They are a book extraordinary pleasing that this world can't manipulate to read.

I'M CONTENT HOLDING THEM FOR SEVEN LIVES