The book I closed months back. I had folded a page to start from there the next time. Never opened it again. Don’t know why. Don’t even feel like dusting it off.
The ash fallen on the floor. The smell of it suffocates me. Trying to get used to it, though. Can’t ask others to quit as I used to smoke sometime.
The sketch on the wall. A certain name was peeled off. Don’t know what good it did. “In dreams begins the reality” it reads. The reality is I don’t dream anymore.
The toothbrush on the shelf. It will never be used again but I still have it. Only to remind me every morning what not to do during the day.
And finally, the mirror on the wall where I see myself everyday. Generally, the worst moment of the day. This is the time I feel all the plans I am making for future are unjust. I have lost the moral ground to fall in love again.
I will never be happy, maybe. Maybe my room will always remain empty and my past will continue to haunt me forever. Rubbles of my own love, fallen all over me.
The ash fallen on the floor. The smell of it suffocates me. Trying to get used to it, though. Can’t ask others to quit as I used to smoke sometime.
The sketch on the wall. A certain name was peeled off. Don’t know what good it did. “In dreams begins the reality” it reads. The reality is I don’t dream anymore.
The toothbrush on the shelf. It will never be used again but I still have it. Only to remind me every morning what not to do during the day.
And finally, the mirror on the wall where I see myself everyday. Generally, the worst moment of the day. This is the time I feel all the plans I am making for future are unjust. I have lost the moral ground to fall in love again.
I will never be happy, maybe. Maybe my room will always remain empty and my past will continue to haunt me forever. Rubbles of my own love, fallen all over me.
