Write to live
I am scrolling through my feed.
Liking every picture on my way down without viewing it. Demons in the back of my mind are battling over the possession of my being. I realise I am missing you horribly when tears flood my eyes and blur my vision. Its been quite a few dreadful years since I first met you and from then, it's you who have absolute control over my emotions. I genuinely do not remember last time I smiled genuinely. I break down. I can hear whispers of my sobs and I also hear my mind conveying an inability of my sniffles to reach out to anyone. And I am happy for that at least or.... may be not! May be I hate that. May be I need some one to hear me cry and enquire me about my worry, hug me tight and console me to free. May be I want to wail and scream. But then, I feel it's quite mundane; The wailing and screaming. There's alternative for that boredom.
You know what is it?
It's writing my sickness down and witnessing black evil leave in the form of this very ink. Look how this trick is pacifying. Feel the satisfaction offered. Enjoy the salvation acquired. Remember, I will always write to live and will always live to write.