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The day you left. As if the moon and stars forgot that they had to light up the trail which lead to my home. The moonglade by the lake did not remind me of you, but us. And that day, I lost me, I lost my way back to home.

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ii. Constellations, for you, were ordinary patters of randomly scattered stars. But i thought constellations carved poetry in the sky. The words were tough to comprehend though. Shining to their fullest, they showed how glad they were. They used to recite verses to us whose melody was something worth remembering.

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The day we met. It took years for the universe to make it happen. It waited for you to see that day. Imagine all the celestial bodies watching their child from up above and realising how quickly you grew up. Each element did not fit into its place just for you to call it a mere coincidence.

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"The silence narrates me tales laced into music"

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I'm still, but struggling. Quiet, but screaming.

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TW: hallucinations

i freeze at a sight i’d never want to see.

my stillness and numbness may have an answer to it, but don’t ask my dry throat, it won’t be able to tell.

i can’t scream for there’s something or someone. all i hear is a hushed sound of walking, moving. each footstep making my pulse rush, the sounds start to fade away, leaving me here  struggling on my own, with my own.

my senses ain’t lying tells my heart  while my mind struggles to prove logics i find nothing but a path diverging  for its not only a battle between mind and heart,  but also of reality and imagination.

i try to wake myself up, but its not a dream.

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i. And when you smile, the moon stares at you. Partially because it gets envious of your smile which made a selenophile’s day. But its happy too, to see a real smile in a fake world. It hears your soft chuckle which it missed for many days. Countless stars forming constellations, shining and showing how glad they are.

ii. And when you cry, your tears don’t just go down your cheeks and fall. The happy ones go to the oceans and becomes something for creatures to breathe. While the sad ones, they go to the rivers which absorbs all the pain and sadness from them and sends them to the oceans eventually.

iii. And when you breathe, your aura fills the skies and it cant help but flourish with pretty and distinct hues of colours. The clouds make patterns in the sky wanting to tell that your love for skies is not just one-sided and that they adore you.

If the patterns are tough to comprehend, that doesn’t mean they don’t convey anything. Your presence is something they adore and appreciate. The same way you look at them and feel blessed, the same way they feel blessed that someone thought of creating you.

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All that's left

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Apparently all that’s left in this lifeless artwork are tints of black and grey. Struggling hard to dominate over the whole painting. Probably only colours sustaining their symbolism in the artwork just to slither in nightmares.

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With each person leaving, the bright hues of orange and red started to fade away. They were the primary colours which gave life to the painting. Gone now. Companion colours like maroon and yellow too found their way out along with them.

It seems as if all the water just got evaporated from the tones of blue and turquoise. All the calmness and serenity that these colours stood for, got vaporised.

Seemingly, pink itself soaked and absorbed all the cheerfulness it symbolised. Its deprived of sweetness and tenderness now.

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Lies.

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~Sarah, 12/03, 7:21pm

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this world is a precarious region of lies.  and we all are lost amidst its blurry haze, expecting people to speak the truth. people here love lies- pleasing and amusing ones.  Or maybe they love honey dipped truths.  (both are same though, aren’t they?)  sweet lies appear weirdly satisfying  even when we know it’s all a delusion. and one day you too will be layered, buried and forgotten amongst these lies you’ll too preach lies, expect them to accept it  you’ll too love lies- pleasing and amusing ones.

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how to perfectly fake

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~Sarah, 10/03, 9:42 pm

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a smile~

wear the prettiest of the smiles and imagine wearing your new lip shade which is your current favourite. Maybe do a nose scrunch too. 

(you need to make it look more real, don’t you?)

Don't let it fade away so quickly! Let that expression persist for a while.

(that doesn't make it look awkward, right?)

Those seventeen muscles that make you smile should start straining when you laugh. That’s when you can consider you’ve faked a laugh successfully.

Oh and don’t forget to make your eyes squint to the smallest.

(that makes it look more natural, doesn’t it?)

(shhh, never let anyone know how ‘effortless’ it was.)

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Envy

It surfaces when your mind turns into a graveyard. Where dead thoughts and ideas reincarnate and give birth to an emotion called envy. This emotion merely questions the existence of humans who got what they actually deserved.

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Numbness 

When your body feels nothing. Literally. When your body becomes immune to the all the diseases. Diseases of obstacles. When you become the rock that doesn't move the slightest bit in a storm. When hollowness creeps inside your body.

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Regret

Until you don’t feel the strongest urge to rewind time, you haven’t ever seen the actual face of regret. Piercing through your gut, it will make you hate each of your cell and suffocate you by asking you over and over again why you even did it in the first place.