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  • mystical_living 8w

    Sometimes, when I stop for a second and think about it.
    I am not entirely sure if I am a good person or bad.
    Sure, the things I do and the way I act might seem like an act of kindness.
    But actually those are the deeds of a guilty soul.

    Guilty about what you might ask.
    In my mind, some days I am bashing someone's head in, for talking over me.
    Or, stabbing someone in the chest because I find them annoying.

    I know, I know, this makes me look like a psychopath.
    But aren't we all a little bit psychopathic inside?

    Don't you get sudden fits of rage sometimes.
    And in that boiling hot rage, you weigh the pros and cons of what's the worst that could happen.
    What if you just make it stop and deal with the consequences later.
    So let me be the good person that I am outside, while I demolish my demons in an alternate reality.


    ©mystical_living

  • mystical_living 9w

    Try however hard you might,
    I see through your bullshit.
    I see through all the pain and the hurt you hold on to.
    At this rate, you'll destroy yourself along with everything and everyone in your way.

    So see that you try and try that you don't.

    ©mystical_living

  • mystical_living 9w

    Even though we don't get to see each other often,
    But when you move even a little farther away than usual,
    My heart knows and it starts beating loudly inside my chest.

    Like it has grown used to the usual amount of distance between us.
    My mind grows restless like it craves the feeling of you being a few hours away.
    It feels like desperately trying to talk to someone over the phone on a windy day. The connection grows weak.

    I don't really like that feeling.
    But I'll endure it for you, just for you.

    ©mystical_living

  • mystical_living 9w

    It was a cold night and I was already up early this particular day, so I thought that I'd take a short break, stretch my legs and make myself a cup of coffee.

    I was alone for the whole weekend and had no plans to go out in this chilly weather. Looking at the clock I realised that I've been writing for over 4 hours straight. Perhaps I should call it a day. But I have to finish this draft as my submission is on Monday and I am not even a quarter of the way to completion.

    Frustrated, I decided that I'll stay up all night to finish at least half of what I've been told to do. Being a full-time writer has not been easy, specially after losing my day job. As I move towards the kitchen, an eerie feeling took over me. Like someone's watching me. I brush the feeling away as it was raining outside and proceeded to make coffee. Yes, a hot cup of caffeine is what my body needs right now .

    While I had my drink, I drifted to sleep, God knows when. Woke up 30 minutes in, startled by a noise in my study. Did a cat sneaked inside my house or something. Carefully, I walked in the quiet and dark room. Huh! I don't remember turning the lights off. Anyways, I was too groggy from my nap to work now. It's better to sleep now and wake up early to finish.

    Next morning, I woke up with several missed calls and a few messages from my editor. Frantically, I called him to see what's up. That's when confusion and shock took over. He told me he loved the book and he already sent it for printing. He said he loved how it started with a plain old love story and a quarter of the way in, it turns into a gory, murder-horror story about the guy who walked into the study in the middle of the night and turned on the lights.

    The terror that took over me was beyond words. I couldn't speak, couldn't move, couldn't think.

    Who finished my story? What was the noise that woke me up from my nap? Who was inside the study? And most importantly, what would've happened if I turned on the lights last night?!!


    ©mystical_living

  • mystical_living 11w

    Should I be preparing myself for the inevitable.
    When I get to feel the solitude and the darkness all over again.
    When no longer is there a hope for a better day, a calm night, an uninterrupted sleep and no more fight.

    But for now I stay hopeful.
    I dream better dreams and do what my heart desires.
    For who else is supposed to be there for you, if you don't even try to become the knight in the shining armor.
    In this fairytale called life.


    ©mystical_living

  • mystical_living 11w

    I hope that one day, we meet again as strangers.
    When I get to know you all over again.
    And you see me in a new light.
    When we forget everything that happened wrong between us, even the moments that felt right.
    And press restart to a world full of possibilities.

    I wish on this Christmas Eve, that someday, somewhere around the corner of a street, we meet again for the first time.


    ©mystical_living

  • mystical_living 12w

    There's this darkness, that follows me everywhere.
    No matter how much I try to stay happy, humble and brave.

    Feels like it's just a matter of time before,
    this dark cloud follows me to my grave.


    ©mystical_living

  • mystical_living 12w

    Sometimes, your thoughts slip into my mind.
    And a sense of calm takes over me.
    In that moment, I become the mountain, the volcano, a giant redwood oak and the majestic sea.
    Makes me feel like, I can be whoever and whatever I want to be.

    Sometimes, you consume my every waking thought, and all my silent dreams.
    Makes my heart pound wild inside my chest.
    Like a thousand horses, like a million fishes, like a desperate man starting on an impossible quest.

    Sometimes, in my most restless hour, I think of you.
    And the sun starts shining, out of the sky so dull, cloudy, gloomy and blue.


    ©mystical_living

  • mystical_living 16w

    Entering the gates of Hell!!

    The eternally damned are often powerless.
    Merciless, futureless and loveless, they make life miserable for those around them.
    Coz the gates of hell themselves have the inscription-
    "You, who who comes in, let drive any hope."

    ©mystical_living

  • mystical_living 21w

    BREATHE IN, BREATH OUT

    I crave for a love, that sets fire to the rain.
    That drowns oceans in it.
    Love that captures the air that you breathe in.
    Then all you can do is breathe in love, and breathe out passion.

    ©mystical_living