I have a room. It's a room for the secrets. It's a room for the feelings. It's a room for all the emotions that don't get to leave my mind through my voice. This room is full of shelves. It's compartmentalized. My thoughts go through a calculated categorisation process. Each thought gets allotted to a particular shelf. Though they all are somehow connected. I have a shelf for my secrets. I have a shelf for the secrets that people tell me. A shelf for self-doubts. A shelf for ideas. A shelf for hobbies. A shelf for feelings. A shelf for other people and their opinions. A shelf for my own opinions. But sometimes, it's okay to let a thought leave the shelf and out of the room of our mind. Because sometimes, contemplating things over and over instead of sharing it with others kills us from inside. It may or may not help. But it kind of makes it a bit easier to stay sane. Hence, I'm sharing one out of the million thoughts that bugs me on a daily basis. There'...
It has been too long And I'm not stuck anymore While the scars are still there They just don't hurt anymore. And here's a new hope Of a new dawn, a new beginning But is it worth the risk This situation is perplexing. I'm not lonesome That phase is foregone I felt like I was whole Then why am I counting on? Counting on this situation Counting on a new face Will this make a difference Or will it be just another phase? We never interacted much But the face has been there It's structure, unknown But the psyche, too familiar! Too familiar as in It's the same, my mirror image But why am I looking for this Was I this old school, this vintage? I'll never know If I don't give it a shot, would I? Incertitude persists And I'm frightened, that's why I'm taking the risk That soul has been cooperative She sticks around, understands Isn't a prying one , but still probative. A few months down the road I don't reg...