
Talking eyes and warm smiles
Invite me home
Each time.
~insight07
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Talking eyes and warm smiles
Invite me home
Each time.
~insight07
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This fleeting minute
That flows from future to present to past
Is all you have.
~insight07
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Life is bleeding away from my veins
Ashes moving down my throat
Grey green trees shed their leaves on me
The black clouds accept me as one of their own.
Voices are shrieking, thunder is roaring
I’m beyond reach now
In the warmth of death’s envelope
You won’t get me now.
~insight07
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Dear diary,
I’m scared, of each second, each day. I’m in fear of new faces and old, the feelings they arouse in me. I feel like an intruder in my skin. The breaths I take should be silent, my movements, unnoticeable. No trace of me should be there, not in being, not in memories. I find myself distributing pieces of me to make myself believe, I too exist.
Someday I fear, I’ll vanish from this space and no one will remember me. For I am that way, forgettable, ignorable. I feel I should stick to the wall and become a part of it or maybe if I’m silent enough, people will forget all about me.
Yet it never happens.
I’ve known bad all my life. I wish all were equally bad, so that I could blame them for being the way I am.
But it is all me, only me to blame. I carry the brunt of it everyday.
~insight07
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