An armour it is, to survive this world.
The world where humans live, not humanity.
But I see those who are different, want to change.
Make the species mean something, again.
Books are not just stories, some are filled with life,
Some are with lessons or with the light to change your life.
Some breath music, some live music.
Even silence is music, the music whimsical.
Places can make you different, can change you.
Some stay with you, in memories or every day.
Finding one that makes you shiver, is a miracle.
Miracle worth holding on to.
Thirst to Be Better
Live, don’t just be,
Live in a way so serene, that your yesterday smiles and the tomorrow be
something, make your name not just a name but a name behind names.
I recently found an explanation to keep myself sane and not get annoyed or angry, I think. People can only see what they understand including me.
When someone makes a joke about being depressed they don’t understand the complex and dying scenario behind depression. I know all of us are dying but some of us can really feel the death and to understand that, one needs to see it and to see it, they have to understand it.
When we casually say ‘grow up’ the ulterior motive behind saying that is either ‘don’t bug me’ or ‘DON’T BUG ME.’ I know it is easier to look away and a lot easier to forget. But is it something that is a solution. I know you will feel guilty for looking away when that person is no more around, I know you will try to educate others when that person is no more around, I know you will blame yourself when that person is no more around but that person is no more around, whatever the reason.
Why do we want people to ignore it or just shake it off?
The answer is simple, I think, we do not understand it so we do not see it.
We don’t see:
People committing suicide
Our world getting darker
People asking for help
Air getting smokier
Our body getting weaker
The earth dying
Time flies like water,
Water flows like rocks.
We used to be one,
Now, one is just a number.
We thought we could grow together.
But looks like one of us got bored.
We waited, did we?
We should have… maybe
Leaving someone, something is a task
A task no one ever wants to perform,
But it’s just a way
Of living, living like humans.
March was a month full of an empty feeling and somehow fulfilling at the same time.
I went on a road trip with one of my closest friends which was really amazing and something we’ve been planning for months.
I finished my creative writing course and now I feel a little bit professional. The class was an amazing and enlightening experience. In the class, I met so many intellectually developed and mentally skilled people. It was really hard to say goodbye and to accept that we won’t be discussing topics in the class every day.
I saw the Beauty and the Beast (La Beaut et la Beast) with my sister and it was amazing. I mean Emma Watson and a Disney production, it had to be amazing.
There was a lot more activity in the month but above events were a little more significant.
Mentally- I feel refreshed and ready to try writing in a different way.
Physically- I think it was the best month yet.
Conclusion- There’s always tomorrow (I hope).
There’s a mask that each of us wears, of the person we all want to be but not necessarily are. It’s just sometimes funny and sometimes daunting to see people try.
Try to be perfect
Try to be different
Try to be right
That’s something every one of us believes we are- right. We all have right opinions, we all make right decisions and we all are just right, always. That’s the race we are in, to be ultimately right. It’s a thing we all have built in.
In this race of being right, we all are becoming something that is not right.
We are becoming
Which is something not right, isn’t it!?
No, it is fine because we are saving our society from the ill components, aren’t we?
And what is our society, our society is something who yells gender equality *practices gender inequality*, it is where everyone gets freedom of speech and expression *that is why our criminal level is so high and increases every day*, it is something where logic isn’t required because we have superstition. It is where education isn’t required because we have religion. And the only place that deserves to stay clean is our homes *who cares about roads, parks etc.*
Our society and it’s rules are made by human species and it the ideal species. And the rules that we live by are not ancient, no, they do not belong to the 30’s because we live in 2017. And even if some rules are not compatible with the new generation so what, tradition is a real thing that we have to savour for as long as the humans live.
Nights are little darker,
Days are less brighter.
There’s a mask on the table,
It’s not part of my costume.
I love these people,
I respect these people.
Don’t force it,
Don’t force me.
What if I become it,
Something that I will, regret.
Everything used to be clear, crystal,
Now it’s something hazy,
Nights are little darker,
Days are less brighter.
I am, little less ME.
He woke up sweating, panting and completely blue.
He got up and prayed to god to help him be alive, he wasn’t dead but he could feel death.
His soul was a prisoner of his body and he was drowning in the water which wasn’t there.
He laid down on the floor, the cool tiles felt good.
And now he is thinking about how the floor is cold and slowly forgot that his heart was trying to get out his body.
15 minutes later which felt like an eternity he started his day, normally because this whole thing was completely normal for him.