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Intact, Yet So Broken!

 


"Was I kind to others? It was hard to nail down an answer. I worried that if I did turn out to have a personality, it would be one the unkind ones."- Conversations with Friends.








~~Intact, Yet So Broken!~~

As I lay low on my bed,
I just realised:
It's almost 4!
...
Though they say:
Nothing good happens after 2
But I just believe:
There are days when nothing good happens at all!
Depressing, Isn't it?
..
Lately, I've been amused by the idea of "ambitions".
Ambitions which are way too ambiguous,
Often used interchangeably with "dreams".
..
Yes, the same dreams which are meant to be felt when you fall asleep.
But I don't know why, I can't have any.
Maybe it's the fear of not keeping up with dreams or
Maybe I'm too tired of trying.
..
You see-these ambitions can be heavy.
And so is your breath when you almost lose the sight of "them".
..
"Them"- The people who were supposed to be with you but aren't actually,
And all that is left are the anecdotes from good old citations.
Probably, you also feel mesmerized by the enchanted charms of individuality
And the co-related thought process! 
Fair chances.
Seriously, reading minds can be tough at times especially when you turn out to be a Sapiosexual!
..
"Human brains and Sapiosexual (- ity)"-
That's the thing about the human brains. 
You can remember even the minute details about "almost everything" but can't fit reasonable accountability for your actions.
..
As I introspect,
Just like me,
There you are standing vulnerable to these insecurities.
Intact to memories,
Broken by beliefs!
..
Beliefs that were too subtle to be poured in,
Memories that were too close to be left out.
Yet, here I'm trying to run away and find an escape from all the dreams,
That were too close to be mine
Yet so far to be true.
..
They say beliefs say intact and so does the memories.
But here I'm.
Profoundly accepting my insanity,
And "thy" gestures, beliefs and memories.
To fill the void that scares me,
To catch a moment of breath
Before I start running away again from my dreams!
..
So, here I'm, Intact yet so broken from the stillness of the eternal night!

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