I Lived In A Four Walled House, And Had A Roof Above Me For Shelter. The Roof Above Me, Had Another Roof

I lived in a four walled house, and had a roof above me for shelter. The roof above me, had another roof above it to shelter it. Like I had a trust that both roofs together will not let harm reach me. Now after this storm, the topmost roof is gone, and the roof above me feels abandoned and isolated. I feel scared. Now, we both are vulnerable. The roof above me, a little more than me. I just wish I myself collapse before this roof above me does, so I don't have to feel the pain the debris will cause me. But if this happens, the roof will be immensely hurt.

Why is life so cruel?

I still live in a four walled house, only hoping the roof above me stays strong forever.

Some days I feel all this, is a dream, or a nightmare at times. This living, these ambitions, these people I love, and these books I read. Some days, I wonder what it will be to wake up from this one. Like wake up panting, drowned in sweat, bittersweet glimpses and me agitated. I wonder if I will finally wake up the day, I will fall asleep forever, for this world.

"Where have you been?", I asked to the person standing behind the mirror but the question was not to my physical self.

People often love you in a way you do not understand. That doesn't mean they don't love you. Like your definition of love is different from their definition of love. So may be your ways of loving are peculiar, not understandable, non-aligned, that still doesn't delete your membership in love.

Tonight, when I gazed at a star in the eyes, it gazed back at me.

I asked him genuinely intrigued, "You know the world is gruesome. How you feel there up above, small and so loved?"

It chuckled humorlessly, "You know the sky is gruesome. How you feel there down below, small and so loved?"

Periodt.

"You sit inside your room while it rains outside, press your face to the glass and watch those tiny drops reach their destination, the inviting ground. Then, you go outside, get drenched and your long hair sticking to your face, the clothes clinging like leeches, and warmth long gone.

Some things are better off far and distant. Embracing too much of them often makes you ill. Stay home. Stay dry."