hypothetical self: the misery.

a voice rushes through my soul, in and out

it gets difficult to breathe, I check everything around where is the lout?

I try to scream out loud
but there, I give off inaudible sound,
and the tears roll through my cheek
and hit the ground,
I am weaker, the energy is profound.

I pull the curtains
as my hands tremble
and my brain,
it begins to crumble
I'm shrinking, on the mattress
I stumble, as I let go of my happiness

a thread of connection,
it is breaking,
I want to hold it tight but
I'm shaking,
There is a disaster before my eye
And myopia is now a tornado
I blank out, I kneel down and cry

and here I am,
immersed in solitude
I am walking on the path
where no good soul would

what is left for me in my hand?
a broken thread.
and you enjoy it
until your dark prophecy is read.


Ah, I'm back after a long break! This is going to be a short one. Is it true that you've imagined a lot of stuff that isn't real? It is common with this generation's teenagers. Okay, 'teenager' is not a bully word. It is a term used to specify the children whose age is 13-19. It has no link with the behavior of the person. Anyways, fantasizing is okay, until you begin living in it. 

Believing in ghosts is not fantasizing but calling yourself one is. Leaving yourself in the imagination like clouds are raining humans and you are invisible is fantasizing. This also leads to anxiety, disorders, and sometimes addiction to fantasizing more often.

My tip? Let's be friends! Talk about reality. If we talk it out, we may be able to solve the problem. 

A little would be creativity, too much, is anxiety. Although this was a short article, it was an idea that flashed to my mind. 

I'll try to write sooner <3