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The 366 Pages

- Mr. Anonymous

As you flipped the page, maybe you knew already that it was not the ending.

It is not the last page rather the transition to a new chapter.

It composes another 365 pages with a gratuity of an auxiliary leaf.

There’s no guarantee that deeds from before will not happen for now.

The people you know may turn to strangers once again or the other way around.

Some “will be” might turn to “used to be”.

Things will not alter promptly.  It might take couple of days or more. A year or beyond.

Emotions kindle irrepressibly.

Even those who broke your heart will not be easily forgotten.

Forgiven maybe, but never disremembered.

When you name the people who hurt you and left you behind,

Will it end with a single digit count?

Some indexes are permanently inked.

Some wounds are cured but leave scars.

You will not wake up with things turn upside-down on your convenience.

Perhaps, derision will greet you.

However, you can have another chance. You can choose.

Chances may depend on your choices and change will ensue.

Failure will not be eradicated but yield a lesson.

Furthermore, experiences are ruminated instead of renowned.

Don’t settle for stationary. Rise up and take a step.

Write another chapter and bind it in your book.

Transmute your words, thoughts and emotions into actions.

How can I write a line if I don’t even know the words to use?

How can I write a paragraph if I can’t even start a line?

I’m drowning into the brimming thoughts

Chasing my breathe if I can still hold on it

Should I speak up or hide instead?

 My hands tremble as I scribble all the possible substitutes

For every points I desire to link

Like constellations on the vast sky

Yet, darkness consumes the firmament

Obliterating every single intersections

 Again, am being playful with words

Bearing this confusion of

‘To write or not to write’

The mess in my mind.