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Someone must be observing us through a magnifying glass
Something very big in this speck of dust whose background is stained semi dark black
And must be thinking of stuff we can't comprehend
Or are supposed but are distracted
It's very confusing you see you're never sure if anything ever matters
Even by a liitle bit everything just as is
It changes by its own neccesity
And we are mere spectators and subjects of this transition and are required to metamorphose or be deleted
To this magnifying glass are we something small that need a limit set perspective
Or something that can grow more than we are
Mere observations or vacancies
Do we have any other place in this creation than to be this insignificant
Insomnia files #3
Perks of anxiety #3
Illusion
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When you close your eyes
You enter a realm of no bias
A sort of familiar darkness greets you unlike the kind we run away from when we turn the kitchen lights off as if something isc hasing us
These darknesses they share the same essence but yet not quite the same
Are they ?
One seems familiar the other is vast
Have we confined this bit of darkness to our selves
Well these lines aren't an attempt
To elevate a phobia for the dark if taken properly this can be an antidote for sure
But this idea of having confining our bit of darkness seems very relatable to another aspect of being
Our being .
The confinement of existence
For us humans atleast
Memories
a bitter awakening of course to us is understanding the fragile nature if mankind even a damn microbe is more resistant to things around us
To moving time
We are not ageless
Maybe our atoms are
we are creatures of emotion or quite humbly merely balls of meat ,floating in a ball of dust between balls with heat admidst dust amd emptiness swirling around eachother for apparently no reason
Or is there ?
I don't know
But here is what I know or seem or pretend to
We invest a lot to make moments special
And even more to remain kind to ourselves
So we remember good things
These memories are important
Once time passes
The only proof of something so beautiful ever happened is "US"
The real time capsules
We weave tales
To keep peices of ourselves and what we've been through alive
But we aren't eternal
Nor is the earth
There will be a time when we will be erased
Our legacies too
People we meet only to be
Arranged in the bookshelves of vast voids of eons never to be touched upon again
Like
The final episode of a tv series or a webseries
That foreshadow an ending right from the first episode ,
The last page of our favourite book ,
The voice of our grandparent saying "the end",
You know there must be more to it right
Yet we are forced
To be happy with it
The pain is real
So is the fear
We are but empty vessels
And the reason we are noisy is we are afraid
And a very adament attempt to forget that we can't confine our existence
And that the darkness we think is our own when we close our eyes is linked to the scary endless one
It's futile to be afriad
We are already enguled in whatever scared us
We are only fighting our illusions that we think are true
Insomnia files #2
Perks of anxiety #2
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Stranger
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Sometimes there's this odd weight on our chests and it aches
It's almost as if it's a part of you but it suffocates you
Or makes you breathe your own smog
You doze off while wide awake
Awake in a nightmare
muscles tightly clenched and, you won't even know
Peculiarly ,there's a screaming desire to put my fingers to my sternum feel the beating rythm
And I am almost sure they'll be stained blue
An unusual colour for blood
Did it rot ,from being stuck there
Unheard for so long
Under pressure coal turns diamond
This blue blood reminds me
Not all things under pressure
Glitter
I'm still pale
If it wasn't the rotten part that kept me pale
What else is inside
Untame
this mind is a stranger
One spends an eternity with
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perks of anxiety #1
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My song
If you were a song no matter what kind
You'd have been in all my playlists
The soft ones
The hardones
The slow ones
The sad ones
The crazy and happy ones
The ones with the bad lyrics but good music
The one with bad music but great lyrics
You'd be my favourite
I'd even forget to listen to the other
Few or two
You would have been my caller tune
Too
If you were a song no matter what kind
You'd be my favourite
You'd be my song
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Not like now
We wont feel like we used to
Like we're used to
Not like we now do
It'll change
With a whole new spectrum
With leisure enstranged
We will depart from yesterday and now
Like the taste of the berry we bit down on kids but don't remember the texture
Only it's sour sweetness
We will not be what we were
This is not all that has to be offered
We wont feel pain like we used to
Won't be happy for things like we're used to
Not like we do now
We will not be like we were
We are
Or will be
It's something new
Like you're a buying a nude book
A new book
And turn pages slowly
Crisp then soft not like ones before
This is different
It'll be different
It will not be like you're used to
Hope.
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