Silence discombobulates me. It is suffocating yet spacious. It makes me visit memories too painful to relive. It makes me leave memories too painful to dwell in. The mirror in the corner filtered blurry reflections of a stranger so familiar. It makes me open my arms wide to let the reflection in… wide open like a can of worms. And the thought made me sick to my stomach – I have to heave words even if I don’t know what verses to spew out next… because it is only in my written world that I am not skewered to the decrees of fate.
Yes, I have cried and I cried indiscriminately. I am just apprehensive that in addition, I might create this pattern of continually crying even when destiny hands me the gift of laughter on a silver platter. Has anyone ever been given salvation only to be condemned and imprisoned for life? Has anyone ever turned algid when they are at their boiling point? Or simply put… have you asked for the sun only to be given an endless torrent of rain?
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