The monochromatic room Speaks in a whispered volume Through the window by the bed I look outside at the pouring rain Holding a cigarette. Hazy smoke fills the air Blurring the 70-square foot room I close my eyes Listen to the sound of the pouring rain Holding a cigarette.
In some kind of a dreamy state Feeling some kind of euphoric sense of freedom Smoke rises from the chimneys of old roofs The world has turned grey From the streets and the skies to the walls of the room Like the falling ash Like this metallic chair On which I sit in my white underwear Taking in a deep drag Feeling the sharpness of the smoke Buzzing through my mind Through my bare naked feet It feels right I wonder why? Why does everything bad have to feel so good? The heaviness The carelessness The messy sheets The art on the walls – The only thing worth holding on to. This greyness in the air Is like a song that plays In some corner of the mind This greyness in the air Brings out the freak inside Looking up at the sky With one foot on the chair and one hand resting on the knee Holding on to this burning desire A grey wisp of smoke curls in the air.
Holding on to all that’s present in this Dull artistic greyness Writing away all that I want All that I feel, Old memories come back to life. Where has that girl gone? Disappeared like thin air Into the mist Reckless and bold, Sassy and cold. Hidden somewhere deep inside Safe in a grey corner of my mind.
A man’s emotions are what define him and control is the hallmark of true strength. To lack feelings is to be dead, but to act on every feeling is to be a child.
– Brandon Sanderson, Way of Kings ❤
This line was like an awakening for me where I had to tell myself out loud, “See, did you read that. It’s ok to have so many emotions but stop being a child.” The Stormlight Archive has my heart and soul.
It’s so peaceful. Another world, Another universe. The sound of waves gently lashing on the beach. Each one with its own song to sing. If only you could hear, At a far distance – a bird No, lots of birds – their sweet calls Then someone calls me .. Breaks my reverie, And I’m back on this beach, On earth. I look around. I can no longer hear the music of the waves, Lost are the songs of the birds. I am in this world Trapped! I want to be free …..
– By Abizer Lokhandwala
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