It’s easy to fall in & not fall out
I’ve been in love all my life. Over art, literature and her. She pointed out that I have a talent. So I built upon it. In the journey lost her too.
My language. My talents. And my career. Kick-started because I was hurt badly. With a sly remark. Over my character.
I was flawed with anxiety and depression. While others had boons. I had a bane. I wore it as a mask. Shyed away from people. Doubted with imposter syndrome.
People walked away for I was different. I walked towards because I was different. Life gave me a single purpose. To writ my own. And I began with a love letter.
That brought me here.
A lonesome lad. Obsessed over words. Sentence structure and punctuation.
If it weren’t for her. I must’ve been a lost soul. With a broken compass.
She pushed me to what I am today.
But she’s lost.
To me atleast. I pushed her away. With a career at peril. A future I’m constructing.
Who’s she?
Where is she?
I bother when lonesomeness hits me like a brick.
Her words pierced me like thorn.
Stained me like radium.
And yet.
I obsess.
Over her well being.
Her peace of mind.
Some idiotas who crossed our paths.
Selfish to walk their own.
I curse them.
May your life be half as tiresome.
So that you’ll be quater of a man that I am today.
Beg me for your life?
Didn’t I bother you for a feeble?
Go on walk your ridiculousness!
My curses or not. You shall feel pain on your own accord.
The pain of love is deep.
For an anxiety ridden fool like me.
She was an angel to lift me ten fold.
Beyond reality.
I see her often.
In mind’s screen.
A dream.
An ecstacy.
To live beyond!
Scroll up these words.
If you could imagine something similar…
I’m a generic neanderthal
,
But
Can
You?
