keyboard scenarios
i keep on boasting about this one person left beside me. i keep on blustering how lucky i am to have someone in my back. i keep on telling myself that i should not give up because he is at my reach. but now i realized that he’s fully gone. that someone is gone. nowhere to be found. nowhere to be seen.
where is he you ask. i deleted him. like how i crumpled the paper whenever i knew it wasn’t going what i want it to be. like how i press the backspace button whenever i see something wrong. like how i push the exit button whenever i am tired of playing my favorite game. even when icons are still open in my life, i push the shutdown button. and that deleted him.
why would you do that, you ask. i realized that to be able to see the light, i need to open only my eyes. i realized that to be able to stand up, i need to use only my own feet. i realized that to be able to find myself, i don’t need anyone.
shut the world down and press the reboot button! my mind yells.
who are you now, you ask.
i don’t know...
are you scared, you ask.
of course. . .
let me help you then, you offer.
i stopped then press ctrl + a and backspace. by that, with my memories gone, you too are gone. from now on, silence is my only friend.
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a writer's tear can write a book
Poetry". . . but if being sad is the only way to make myself write then i would gladly volunteer to be obliterated." genre: poetry // english
