A mix of mixed emotions in a poetical way.

THE S P O R A D I C S There are pitter-patters in the raindrops There are lub-dubs in a heartbeat There are dum-da-dum-da-dums in a music. They say, every single thing in this universe is connected by one phantasmal string which neither has a beginning nor an ending, which is so fine that it cannot be seen or touched, yet have a primordial power stored in its reverberations; Can only be sensed if one tries really hard, one can feel its rhythm through the cryptic events it sprinkles on us. But what's rhythm without rubato? There is no rhyming with darkness, only uncoordination and mayhem There is no tempo in how our thoughts stream through the mind There is nothing systematic about how we dream, and then lose it in the unfathomable depths of the unconscious upon waking. Highest ranks till now: #1 in 'poem' on 27/06/2021 #4 in 'prosepoetry' on 13/07/2021

In a world of ordinary there are few whom stick out from the rest, souls on the same frequency, these are words for those souls. ~Trin❤

❝I closed my eyes, and let the darkness consume me. I felt something grab my arm❞- completed; short chapters #30 in poetry 07/20/18 ©cupofmilktae **TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE** 2nd Place in the Ohana Awards translations on the reading list on my profile :)