P's Notes

The blank paper staring at me is asking me to let it out this paper has been  a generous friend the only generous friend more so in my anxious and jumpy days it never gets tired of the rant the rant that mostly consists of past of people who meant the world to me at some point in time but are no longer around the rant where I curse myself for letting these people in and showing them the closets and crevices of my heart the rant in which I am restless that these people are still out there with all my secrets  where I regret sharing  everything that should have  belonged only to me the rant where I am disappointed in me for falling in the trap not once but twice for falling for the facade  for falling for something that  was never real the rant that laments about choosing them and their facade over my own being I keep on pouring and this paper, my most generous friend keeps on soaking it all in

Like people talk to themselves in the mirror I found myself talking aloud today saying that it's fine That this has happened to you before Even then there was nothing to look forward to Even then you kept looking for a silver lining but couldn't really find one yes, it did happen to you before, where you felt like the world is going to end But nothing actually ended you kept walking and it kept getting better I kept telling myself that the pain in your chest will subside that there will come a day when you will look back to this moment and smile Smile because before it ended it happened, and you lived it you lived every bit of it