To the people who think I have a lot of friends,
You tell me I have a lot of friends. A lot of people to talk to, a lot of hands to hold me when I’m falling, a lot of kingdoms to rule alongside the thrones.
A question, since when did life become so simple? There are nights when I am breaking, struggling to stop my tears from flowing, with my throat all clogged up with a pain which prohibits my sobs from coming out. These nights shatter the universe around me - I’m stuck in a black hole which seems to swallow the very strength I possess. My world, on such nights, is like a cassette, put on repeat. While I watch it move in circles, the land beneath me cracks and I stumble; I look around, but I find no one. I don’t blame anyone.
There was a time when I wanted to build an army but when I looked around, I found only wounded soldiers, each fighting a war of their own. I realised then that life is but an epidemic which contemptuously strikes everyone- there is no medicine, no saviour, no person who can take you out of this. Everyone suffers. The struggle here is for survival, for strength, and for solitude.
So, to the people who think I always have someone to fall back upon, here lies the truth - “there will always be someone they will choose over you.” No matter what they say, there will be a time when everyone will leave. So, while I walk on my paths filled with orange leaves, I’ll hear you quietly talking about the non-existent evergreen trunks of my life. You think I have friends. So let’s just say, yes, I do. I do because the world’s a stage and everyone is an actor- I’ll play the role of being happy, you play the role of deciding whether I really am.
A girl who befriends all.
Open Letter by Aashna Agrawal | FanPost | The Scribbled Stories
