When the darkness starts creeping in a little too much and the walls of your room seems caving in, reach out to me. I will be standing right there, smiling.
Relax, I won't judge you. You even won't hear comforting words like "you will be fine", for, I know it's a constant struggle that you go through every day. But, hey, I will listen and help you cope up with your fears, one thought at a time. Just reach out to me, okay?
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They say "you writers make melancholy look beautiful".
"What if that's the only way we know to survive?"
I want to speak my heart out, but I stop mid-way. A faded smile comes on my face.
But, hey! I can always write, can't I?
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And, I wonder if by any means you knew I was breaking, one moment at a time, would you come and hold my broken pieces or just sit back and see me die, a slow death?
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And, if at all, you ever bid me adieu, do it at the sunset. For, I will be happy in the delusion of finding you again amidst a sunset, someday. After all, sunsets give hope of a new day, new life, don't they?
Till then, I will look for you in every sunset, believing that somewhere in another corner of the world, you are doing the same.
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And, someday, after years of melancholy, I will find you somewhere standing on that road again, where we had parted ways and drifted to never come back. You would be smiling and so would I - and, suddenly, all those years of bitterness would melt while we look at the sunset and share comfortable silences. For, that's how it was meant to be, always.
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As the sky turns crimson, I stare at the sunset. It's end of the day again. A tiring and exhausting day of what all has gone and what all is about to come - the chaos in my heart belittles me but, the beauty of sunset calms me down. Maybe a new day awaits my existence. Maybe the autumn is somewhere near - the falling leaves are here to bring the change. And, my dreams are about to come true. Miracles happen, don't they?
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As I sit in silence and see myself giving up on life and everything around, a sudden nostalgia hits me hard. Lots and lots of flashbacks come out of nowhere. I see the remniscenses of my chirpy smiles and careless laughters smiling back at me. "You were such a happy person. When did you lose yourself?" My inner voice has a lot to ask today, I guess. Have I really lost myself? Probably yes. Maybe life happened a little too fast or the struggles surrounded me a bit too much. But, isn't life supposed to be that way? Complicated and unfair.
I smirk at the paradoxes and contradictions of my thoughts and look at the sky, the stars seem to be embracing the night completely. I wonder how the darkness of the night doesn't intrigue the stars while it illuminates the whole world. "This could be your omen". I could hear my inner voice once again. Maybe, this is what I need to do. Embrace my struggles and rise up with every fall. This very thought made me smille. Yes. This is my omen. I can't and I won't give up on life. I can't just wait for a miracle, I need to make it happen. My destination is some where close and I will figure it out as life goes.
And, yes, I haven't stopped smiling since a while. My inner voice is at peace too. Feels good, ya!
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