my feet dances off track today. i have been too disconnected from the world to the point that it has been fading away from me now. my fingers are too feeble to type away this piece. my heart is too guilty for beating in every more in between. my head is too heavy for all the voices that screams at me,even though many a times i forget to give them a face.
fragments of my poetry hang upon my walls. unfinished. unfinished, because that is how I am made up of to leave things as. unfinished, because i would rather taste a thousand deaths if it came down to accepting our fate. unfinished, because my heart is too fragile to talk about it tonight. unfinished, because it never really mattered to you anyway.
scented candles are for nights when you are sure that even the tiniest possible flicker of hope is holding onto your hand when you sob to sleep. but tonight i get high on your mixtapes. brown eyes. honey eyes. coffee eyes. eyes that seeked for nothing, but love. eyes that haunted the one they once loved.
numbness embraces me tonight as if it has always meant to hold me. tonight all i am left with is the realisation of you walking out of me, two winters back and never even looking back for once. gone. gone, like the freezing december winds that would try to tear my skin yet made me feel better, for at least i am alive. gone, like that quick autumn sunset for which i would wait for hours, but still be hopeful for another day ending on a good note. but this time it was gone. just plain gone. nothing hopeful, nothing to feel better. just this numbing silence and constant helplessness.
as i said, i have been too disconnected from the world, to the point that it has been fading away from me. but my fingers are struggling to press the alphabets on my typewriter tonight. is it the world fading - or is it me?
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