Oh How Tragic It Is To Be Two People In Two Different States, With Two Different Sets Of Problems, With

Oh how tragic it is to be two people in two different states, with two different sets of problems, with two different level of anxieties, and two different abilities to cope, to come together and talk. Not just that, but bare yourself so hard before the other, that at one point, the two different lives become a beautiful confluence of problems and solutions. That no matter how deep this ocean of mess becomes, we ain't leaving each other's hands.

And what kind of madness it is by the way, to expect back as much as you give? To want to die happy and content and not disappointed? This is the world we are talking about. Tragedy is silent here. Not absent.

There are instances when I am like 'you okay?', 'did you eat?', 'take care!', 'It will be fine..', 'be safe..', and then there are instances when I am 'Go to hell, and contact me for address!'.

That's no fight between my angel and devil part. Infact, they are best friends and often sit with warm coffee gossiping about the people I encounter everyday. They analyse and decide accordingly who, among them, is to show up, at what time, and before who. And me? I just trust their decisions.

If you've welcomed them with open arms,

Bid bye like a gift from a friend, very kind.

Forevers are not for the people,

but the memories they leave behind.

As the winters are approaching, I feel glad my longing for soft, big clothes, that hid me well will finally be realised. It was as if summers exposed me, to the harsh heat of the world, and winters shall enclose me back in the shell I have created among the cozy blankets. Oh oh oh summers! Never come back!

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