Remember the time when you swore to yourself that you'll let this venom rushing inside you be drained into the pores of this serene page?
Remember when you inserted a pen's golden nib inside your vein and let the tar seep into your fate lines?
Remember when you swore not to let others be a victim of your misery?
Now, you sit here desperate, with pores all over your skin and blood dripping down from your fingers.
You sit here with a mind as blank as a new-born and an inside as hollow as that of a flute.
You sit here caged in your own walls and reluctant to break the ice.
You sit here in resentment. You sit here empty and feeling hollow.
You faced life knocking you down from time to time.
Hitting you at your weakest points. Every blow harder than the previous one.
Until all of your strength was consumed in rising up all over again. Until your determination got replaced by sadness.
The blows, the bruises, the mud, the stains, the blood, the scars, the destruction, the construction, your hope, life's desperation. It continues.
It continues until the last bit of your hope is swallowed and you are left as nothing but a deterioration devoid of any kind of life. They continue until the day you kneel down on your knees, infront of your defeated self, break into million splinters and give up on everything but breathing. Breathing stays. The passive life stays.
But as soon as you peep inside your chest, you are met by a hollow.
A hollow so endless and so dark that it scares you for a second.
Life is a hell which is consuming you as its fuel but that's okay.
For Hollow is to a soul just as space is to this universe. For your hollow is the home for the stars you bear everyday. A home for all the galaxies settling in your bones.
I hope that these galaxies keep expanding within your hollow. I hope that someday, the Sun in your eyes shines so bright that your darkness gets filled with glitter.
I hope that someday a rain so serene falls onto your scorch and leaves you satiated with vitality and life.
I hope that this universe tends to expand in you until you burst into million stars and fill other's hollow with your light.
Humming one of my favorite tunes, I joined her in the side-walk.
"Why did you not give up?"
I questioned. A question that echoed its way back into my ears.
She turned towards me.
"Because, it wasn't worth it."
She replied with a grin, in a resolute voice.
She continued.
"Because, It wasn't worth giving up for anything."
She paused and continued again.
"Instead, It was worth giving everything for."
She winked and kept following the rays of the morning Sun.
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