Why do we need a cancer to realise that life is short and limited?
Deepalya, with love.
Deepalya, with love.
Monday 3 September 2018
Saturday 1 September 2018
Blankness
Blank.
When you think of the five-letter word, what do you get first in your mind? White? Lifeless white? With nothing-on-it white? Yeah? Why not black? Why not any other colour? Why not with something on it? Like everything is right in front of you, but it still feels blank? Life is going on, people are coming and going, time is running; but yet it feels empty. Something incomplete. Something missing. Something too tangled to understand. What? Why? How? You keep on asking yourself, about what? You don't know. Why? Because you're blank. And that blankness is killing and breaking you. Piece by piece. Second by second. And you're here, just sitting and staring at things while you're still blank. Everything is right in front of you, full of life, colours and joy. But it's not the same inside. And it's unexplainable.
You feel that when you're blank. You may be having the best time of your life. But yet, there is a corner in your heart that is still back there holding you, pulling you and constantly reminding you- of what? The blankness.
Well guys this took me a lot of courage to post because it seems to be a bit too deep. I got this idea to write because I was blank when I thought of writing something haha. Hope you all liked it though!
Deepalya, with love.
When you think of the five-letter word, what do you get first in your mind? White? Lifeless white? With nothing-on-it white? Yeah? Why not black? Why not any other colour? Why not with something on it? Like everything is right in front of you, but it still feels blank? Life is going on, people are coming and going, time is running; but yet it feels empty. Something incomplete. Something missing. Something too tangled to understand. What? Why? How? You keep on asking yourself, about what? You don't know. Why? Because you're blank. And that blankness is killing and breaking you. Piece by piece. Second by second. And you're here, just sitting and staring at things while you're still blank. Everything is right in front of you, full of life, colours and joy. But it's not the same inside. And it's unexplainable.
You feel that when you're blank. You may be having the best time of your life. But yet, there is a corner in your heart that is still back there holding you, pulling you and constantly reminding you- of what? The blankness.
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Deepalya, with love.
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