So many unanswered questions
So many unsettling experiences
So many dismaying feelings
What do we do with them
What do we do To them
We can’t destroy them
Because we can’t destroy something that’s inside our head
May be we can just keep them on the side
Neatly
Marked
Numbered
And just carry on with our day to day lives.
Because what else can we really do.
But when the pile gets bigger
Hopefully it won’t
But again when has hope worked.
So when the piles gets bigger
May be we just take a day off
Or two or seven or fifteen(like if that’s even possible)
and go away.
The problem is that the pile will probably accompany us
But what can we do?
It’s our pile,
like an unwanted skin growth,
or an unjustified illness,
it stays with us.
But May be with the mountains trying to kiss the clouds,
and the rains gossiping with the wind,
the unwanted skin growth might feel invisible.
Or with the sea embracing the sky
in the hues of grandeur
while its waves trying to get more of the sand,
might make the illness more accepting.
However temporary.
The pile doesn’t bother much here.
My broken dreams hurt less.
But I know I have to go back,
If not soon but someday.
Cause that’s what life is, isn’t it.
Making a living,
getting a pay,
hitting the high once a month,
and then lows throughout.
And when I go back,
to that familiar space of unwelcoming things I will pretend to like…
Nah, I can’t pretend.
I am too old for that shit.
I might just burn it all down one day instead.
And when I figure out how to burn down haunting thoughts
and unfulfilled dreams,
I will be sure to tell you
Or May be I will keep it a secret.
Who knows.
I have shit to sort out here.
Numbered
Marked
Neatly.
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