Epiphany

You bleed too much darling, gather up your flesh, drape it around your abysmal void. Nothing is seldom worthy enough to be mourned over till it turns you into a shrine of ghosts gulping tears of every mortal. Love yourself enough till you carry yourself to the grave, my love!

It aches, my sweet Lord! And that's my confession. I won't repent for my mania, it's your sane men, they've stung me with their sanity.

I dance on my own grave. Don't touch me, I'm a sacred fool. And I'm the happiest.

It gets sick sometimes to believe we are worthy of smiles. But you gotta "shhh" your mind, for it's such a trickster. Let it hurt a little, let yourself caress the depth of that wound, let yourself measure it with immense compassion, let yourself be happy!

The memories we carry ultimately dissolve into what we fundamentally were; the tiny wild flowers, the rapturous first kiss of a teen couple, the coral pink tints lingering over the sky, the flock of sparrows, the lo-fi melodies, the cup of cappuccino being slurped in the balcony. Isn't it cyclical permanence disguised as impermanence?

I wish I knew something more, felt more.Something I could put my hands on and turn it into celestial sparks. I won't lie, life is not a sane man's business. You can gaze at a lovely meadow and sink into a meditative absurdity. Or you can feel trampled down by the sky above.

Sunbeams swam across the horizon, but you nurtured a pounding wound inside your chest. You just walked away, but could barely stretch your fists at them. No you were not kind ,you were agonized. You eventually learnt to grow flowers in your eyes and creepers in your ribs and kept rowing through the same eras our ancients trailed.

If you felt a sudden lump throbbing in your chest when your narcissistic mother yelled your name; if your tears were so vivid but they chose to ignore it; if you sat naked in front of a mirror, with legs parted and felt disgusted by your own moans; if your texts to them exceeded the limit; trust me I feel you! Please don't give up, the spring is coming!

Serenity does not exist alone. It will always be entwined with imperceptible emptiness and precarious moments leaving you in front of a spindle. The battle of possibilities and choices conceive our smiles and tears. So next time if your nightmare knocks at your door, make sure to kiss its forehead.

You've always belonged to this world,love! It was just a cruel, a meticulous sense of being alive unacknowledged which deluded the compassion within you to annihilate itself. Do you recall giggling as a child,when your consciousness was yet to take over you? Your sense of self was in unity with the universe. We can always revive the love we once were.

What if dysfunctionalities are the only sane way of living? What if abnormalities are the only norm? What if all social constructs are the most insane structures laid out to live an ideal life? What if objective reality never existed and it was a mere hallucination? What if they could hear the music Nietzsche was talking about?

Thank you so much sweetest for your kind words!!! You're lovely soul!! Lots of love!!! 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋💕💕💕💕

I wish you a place kinder than your past where fairies dwell and place smiling flowers within the shimmering hair of yours.I wish you love as sweet as nectar which percolates down in every lane of your heart and the sunbeams ask for your little assistance in lightening up the souls of every earthling.

Indeed, joy can be extracted even from the tiniest mortal and immortal creations. And indeed, sorrow can be inhaled within every single blink underneath the sky. The past transcends the boundaries of the present and devours every reason to leave this ephemeral juncture of bones and blood.