High on dark thoughts.

I sit quietly in the corner of my room, analysing anything and everything. It's in the middle of such dark nights when I wish to confront my demons. I try talking but, my voice gets choked up. Maybe the burden of emotions is too heavy to be voiced out. I divert my mind and stare at the intricate details of my wall. Shades of pink, everywhere. The lights illuminate the pink walls, making it all bright and beautiful. I wonder if it could reflect some brightness in my life too. I sigh and look at the wall clock. The constant ticking of the clock in the dead silence scares me. Time is sinking with each second and I am still in the middle of nowhere. I try keeping calm but, fail hopelessly at not succumbing to my vulnerabilities.

My smile denies to mask my pain. Loneliness grips me hard which I always try covering up with a tag of solitude. The delusion of happiness helps me cope up during day. However, nights have a different story. Away from the chaos of the world, my mind gets trapped in its own dark thoughts. I wish to escape yet I see nothing but, dead ends everywhere. I have been dying, one moment at a time yet I hope I find my existence, someday soon enough.

© Sheerin Naz.

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It's already midnight.

It's already midnight and sleep seems a distant dream. Caged in her thoughts, she looks outside the window towards the sky embedded with stars. When loneliness stucks her hard, stars are her companions, the one which does all the talking in her world built up of profound emotions, a world which can't be defined or explained, a world of imagination where nobody judges her. And, when she was free from the fear of being judged, she was the best version of herself 'cause this is the time when she was really herself. No fake smiles, no masks, just a simple girl with beautiful dreams and profound thoughts.

She smiles lightly. Her eyes get a little moist. Maybe some memories have come to give her company too. And, suddenly it is raining outside. This makes her grin.

"Afterall how could you let me cry alone! So you made the sky cry with me too, didn't you?" She chuckled and kept talking with her stars until she dosed off with a smile that was beyond beautiful. Magical it was!

© Sheerin Naz.

All about a writer! :')

A writer may be alone but, he/she can never be lonely 'cause their thoughts seldom leaves them. They can be found weaving a story at the weirdest of time and their imagination knows no bounds. They are the crazy, insane, hopelessly hopeless, emotional people who ink their emotions with the profound thoughts that are engraved deep in their heart. <3

- Sheerin Naz.