Finally, A Sentence.

I wrote a sentence today. It’s the first thing I’ve written in months, The only thing I want to write for the forseable future. Why? Ofcourse I wrote a sentence, it’s literally the first sentence of this poem. So matter of fact, yet so plain. Like the first sentence from out conversations Off point but, …

Hey Big Head.

I’m back again, Creating literary pieces of art While everything within and around me falls apart. I’m back to being inspired by pain. A.

Growth.

You are not just growing For the sake of growing. You are fulfilling a prophecy, Stepping into your destiny. In this realm, it all makes sense; The backlash the hurt, The tears, the distrust, The series of events, They all led you up to this point. They created this version of you. This heart, this …

Evading.

Lately I’ve been avoiding writing, Just like I avoid reminiscing. Just like I avoid falling... Deep into a state of love. Deep into a sea of vulnerability. I’m afraid it’ll take away my perceived mental stability. Force me to think intricately, About the decisions I make today and the day after. I mean, was that …

Day 590 (nm).

If today was a colour, It would be bright orange, Like the flame in my heart. It once burned blue, Intensely hot and infused with passion. But as the days pass, enthusiasm evades me. Excitement now sounds like a foreign concept, And my head no longer bops to the memories it stores. My fingers are …