Lest We Forget

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On most days, I come here and look forward to write; storms arrive in mind, handing me over the hallucinations each night keeps me awake with. I mean to go to bed every night but I end up drowning in the sea. It gets risky sometimes, being able to control one's own mind, controlling so much that it calms down to a level you would die at, had you not known swimming.

This day, particularly, is no different. The only difference is that I didn't listen to myself. It isn't easy, playing with time. I've known that. I fear getting comfortable with an empty heart; or at least knowing I own nothing other than a few cells of it. I fear the thoughts that roam free during a night, without telling me when they would return. Because when I am supposed to wait for them, demons haunt me. Because I think my thoughts would fight back once they return, but no, they don't. They're out of their cage. My dreams flying so high that my own gaze can't reach. Not until the next morning. And then I wake up, wake up to the sound of morning I've come to love. It replaces my empty mind with daylight. It showers me with hope.

Comments

  1. Confused SoulFebruary 19, 2013 7:18 am

    such days leave me hopeless :(

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  2. GhadeerFebruary 19, 2013 7:34 am

    "I fear getting comfortable with an empty heart; or at least knowing I own nothing other than a few cells of it."
    Exquisitely expressed.

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  3. ♥●• İzdihër •●♥February 19, 2013 9:12 am

    Sometimes I go through these kinda days too.

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  4. Sahara ShresthaFebruary 19, 2013 9:39 am

    stay calm and hope for the best
    much love ,
    saharious

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  5. Ph_February 19, 2013 2:02 pm

    My state these days is no different. Could relate.

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  6. NatalieFebruary 19, 2013 6:03 pm

    wow you have a really nice writing style! I know how you feel but as you said-every morning brings hope

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  7. UnknownFebruary 24, 2013 9:14 am

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  8. Jyoti MishraFebruary 27, 2013 7:14 am

    such days..
    why do the happen :(
    then i say to myself

    Night falls fast
    Today is in the past :)

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  9. AVYFebruary 27, 2013 12:41 pm

    Hope, isn't that the only reason why we go on?




    /Avy

    http://mymotherfuckedmickjagger.blogspot.com

    ♥

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  10. sirrishabhAugust 28, 2013 12:16 am

    Amazing read...

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