Have you ever felt your own thoughts strangling you?
Felt like somebody knows the way to softly kill you and you can't just stop it from
Like a dry wind running across your skin, rusting the nude dreams lying around your
And all you can do is just feel that part of you dying. You are struggling. You are
shouting. But nobody can see it.
You have covered yourself in unscarred smiles. And lined your lips with poetry.
Almost nothing seems broken in you.
But each time when people like you and I walk back those long roads, thinking about
that Kodaline song in mind , there is that emptiness of somebody beside you.
But all those when you just scribble at the back of your copy, but all you do is stare at
the blank page. And one voice goes around in a loop in your mind.
You look at your own self. And see that torn self between decisions. Dying a part but
Poems just substitute the idea of Him.
But all you have is Yourself stuck in reverse.
And a question:
Is a story ending or about to begin?
Ruchira, The Storytellers.
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