------------------- I rushed my blood like a horse too tired to carry the win on its own padded legs. There's a lose, waiting just at the finishing line. I wish no audience to cheer and crush the bundled expectations.
I pass like a train, hooting to get noticed by the replaced passengers, new faces and old habits. It's a gradual increase in the velocity of the wind, but I'm still. An object caught between time and space, Einstein knows it better.
I crawl like an ant, but I seem to be walking pretty fine. The humongous humans may think I'm crawling at less than normal speed. But what have they achieved? Walking over the things that were too slow in their pace and normalcy.
I caught dust all over my body. Some kid decided to draw the name of his crush, he will never confess to but surprisingly entrust me. I felt the secret was too small and can be kept easily but then someone else drew an arrow passing through the heart, and I decided to keep the love hidden beneath me, and piled up more dust invisible to the naked eyes.
I still wonder, if dust settled on me or was it me becoming a magnet for everything covert. Estranged is all I feel, these days. --------------------
I have the words perfectly settled on the tip of my tongue. Sorry, a five-letter word yet holds no emotion. I have no idea which adjective to use after or a subject to address it toward. I'm incompatible in the crudest sense of realization.
I can't say this is a new experience for me. But maybe after feeling the same oftentimes, I've come to name it authentically. Am I sorry? Or it's the guilt of messing up everything that was in a set order. I'm heaving, out of breath for some reason.
Maybe I know the reason, and I'm just fooling my concise. It's better that way, to keep everyone in the dark. They won't know and I'd never tell. Keep this in the safest place, where even your grave won't unearth. I have trust issues and people around me are selling themselves.
I don't want mentions of someone that's already trying to make a present for itself, far away from me where they own an island. I wished to visit once, but it seems I wrecked their ship and made its ruins my pastime from the past. -------------------
I learned to breathe sinful oxygen, blended in bloods of regret and guilt, heavy hearts never learned to lean.
I needed an audience as an outlet for my scrambling emotions, ugly to the four walls stained in misplaced hurts. But I never learnt letting go of people, of memories, of scars and observations.
They took a sweet revenge, dousing me in the hot cold blood of winter. Teeth chattered from overbearing abrasive behaviour of things I built temples for. Heart learned to forgive, but seemingly couldn't let go, once more.
Tears scrubbed the dirty floors with sobbing lungs to sustain the torment from the house master. They cared I told myself, and kept mopping until the floor started to reflect my sorrow stained existence.
They did care, of course. After every whipping of belt, they felt loved by inflicting bruises and blood leaking out, inhaling ashes of expectations. But my love started perishing, as did my body with marks of adoration and confession.
I betrayed the love for myself and loved the verses instead. Words let me die peacefully, and I never once let go, staining ink from now; an alternative for blood. ------------------ I feel stuck for no reason
Give your story a title. Create a beginning, middle and end. Use a mix of dialogues and narration.Use characters (protagonists) to tell your story. Remember, a story about loss doesn't necessarily have to be a tragedy.
Do you know that the word FLUMMOX means perplex (someone) greatly; bewilder.
✓ Use the word FLUMMOX in a sentence. ✓Post in the comments section.
Lyrics grabbed from: (feat. My playlist) Cleopatra; The Lumineers Banana Pancakes; Jack Johnson Knock Knock; Brunettes Shoot Blondes Paris in the Rain; Lauv Chasing Fire; Lauv Desire; Jeremy Zucker Windswept; Crywolf 1957; Milo Greene Problems; Petit Biscuit