It's days like these when I'm high on a divine concoction of cough syrups and Panadol CFs, I would prefer not to talk to people and blurt out things i shouldn't have! And its days like these when i wonder why! Why did i let myself get attached to anyone and then sit back calmly to see them leave...infact helped them to move out and move on with their lives because I could not be ..did not be..or didn't want to be the person they wanted me to be.
Perhaps I'm too numb now to feel at this point. Maybe when my body gets immune to these meds and they stop messing with my head..will i know how it feels to let go so easily...
Held up high on a breakable thread Whats to be done ..What's to be said It's all unknown ... Its all fogged up!! Another one of my crazy Paint renditions
There are times when i wanna grab the boldest and loudest markers and scrawl all over my bedroom walls. Graffitti, poems, all that i think. But all that goes on im my head doesnt fit into my world.
I wanna write a poem but i dont have an axis, i wanna scrawl the walls but they are all painted green, i feel like going up to the roof and singing, but theres a mellowness in my heart that i cant explain
each thought is distinct, yet too scattered to be linked, like shards of broken mirror...an individuality in its ownself yet disconnected from its purpose.
Its rather strange...not being able to do what you want to, when you want to. And later looking back to the rose tinted past and wondering if i had, but theres no denying the hollow feeling.
writing was my source of happiness, my raging expressions behind the composed facade of my being...but i cant seem to write what i feel anymore. Suffocation!! :(
Name: Marium Arif Home: Karachi, Pakistan About Me: Dream weaver, Corporate Junkie, Marketing freak & a hopeless fairytales idoliser. See my complete profile
