Goodness

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A world of goodness is bursting inside of me. Sometimes I forget that existence does not need to have a sentiment attached to it too heavily. Sometimes it is okay to just exist and chase windows with a best friend. Bouncing balloons while tripping on badly sung songs is another experience. Talking not about yourself, but the chaos that tangles sticky in another mind can be therapeutic. Making wallet prototype out of cardboards and a stapler that eats pins is fun. Talking in the company of stars in an open open sky, with hot chocolate in one hand and confessions in another is unparalleled.

A day is just 24 hours, but sometimes it is so much more. It makes me believe in the utility of time, instead of its futility. It makes me value my existence and the many many people who have made me rich in innumerable ways. My story will get blurred with the millions bubbling in each of us. But while I was here, I was alive- painfully so. And I wouldn’t have any single moment any other way.
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~insight07
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Garden

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Hearts break, but so do bones
How does one differentiate between these two?
Over the years, I have come up with a theory
Each person is like a garden
And they are the gardener
And the plants, too.
We work hard, to grow our garden
And lie in its serenity.
A garden of my thoughts
A garden of my loved ones
A garden of my feelings.
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So why does it feel now,
Like my garden has been burnt
My favourite tree has been uprooted.
I am trying to understand what went wrong
Where I was not enough.
Right now, I feel like a grieving mother
Who just lost her unborn child.
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My garden is empty
Barren.
What do I do?
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~insight07
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Promises

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If only I could talk of the vices
Promises of forced death that sit around my neck
Habits of years and betrayals of years
A mountain of grievances that sit on my chest
If only I could let you walk in my shoes
Maybe your feet would bleed the same as mine
Are we of the same blood? Will we bleed the same blood?
Your red flows in me, the flow of bitterness
A stream in my head.
How do we stop living bodies
With minds from dying each day?
The tallest glass building shatters
The shards are not enough for the cuts on my skin.
May we learn to be our being
With all the scars and laughs
That line my physicality.
Let there be something
Something that makes this worth it.
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~insight07
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Jar

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I’ve collected my emotions

In a small jar that I keep

Beside my pillow.

A few dried petals

A yellow greying leaf

Some small round pebbles

And the torn pieces of a note.

No one knows about this jar

Collecting dust, it has me gathered

In the stale air that does not escape

Its closed tight lid.

Hush-don’t disturb this silence.

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Someday, it might break open

Cracks and shards will pierce its skin

My swallowed words will spill

Secrets will know no lids

And emotions will dance with the eyes

That know no deceit or lie

Just broken smiles

Eager broken young naive smiles.

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~insight07

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