Part 1
Somedays, i lay down on the bed, as the lifeless sheets caress me
As the rotating fan reminds me of all the mistakes i had repeated
Somedays, i hear the sounds of laughter and crying from the window in my room
As it personifies, all the people who are merely memories for me
Somedays, i catch myself fawning upon how i am a piece of art myself
As i stare, the mirror starts to show me how many colors i miss in my reflection
Somedays, a girl boasts about my writings, as if she had read nothing like it
As she does so, my heart aches with a bittersweet melancholic loneliness
Somedays, i offer my submission to God to feel as if i belong somewhere
As i bow down, all the burdens of my heart clog my throat, making me ask for no wishes
Somedays, i feel as if i died on the sidewalk of an empty alley on a sunday, nothing would change
As death creeps up on my flesh, all my insecurities and charms flash across my mind
No words, no human, no logic, no book, no song, no movie, no art can ever captivate my thoughts fully
To be alive and to see everything within itself, as one, is my only curse. A curse worth accepting and neglecting called 'life'.
