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March 24, 2021
By hemamotiani BRONZE, Karachi, Other
hemamotiani BRONZE, Karachi, Other
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Favorite Quote:
'But aren't we all entitled to a bit of discolored behavior. We aren't made to be perfect. We are made to win and to lose, to get hurt and buy medicine. To see someone die and wish it were easier to witness.'


I have so much to say
But the coolness of the paper condenses all my words
And with it the plethora of thoughts
Raging inside me
Dying in and out of life
With each teasing stroke of my nib against the surface
Like a toxic lover tempting you for a taste
Pulling back the closer you come
And just when your hand grazes against his outline
Your fingers are translucent
Unfeeling
The pulse no longer throbbing in your ears like it was before
Your heart no longer heavy with all the things you wished to say
What did I wish to say?
It does not matter anymore
And if you hear closely enough
You can hear the simmers
A furnace of emotions sizzling in the coolness of the paper
The death of consciousness
And the reincarnation of everything that never made sense between us.


The author's comments:

I wrote this piece thinking about how there are always these inumerable thoughts running in my head but the idea of writing them down is so daunting that it simmers down all the emotions that I wished to pen down before and all that is left is a watered down version of the cluster of thoughts in my head. Its similar to how you resolve yourself to cut something or someone toxic out of your life but are never able to do so because you will miss the toxicity they provided that feuled your emotions.


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