i see my cousin sitting with its feet dangling upon the narrow railings. the fear in his breaths, the darkness in his nonchalant face before he was going to jump replay in my mind. his voice rings in my ears. i see him falling and then depression leaving his head in red hues
these four walls have done much damage to me than anything else. these constant whisperings in the mind do the most bloodshed. it would never hurt me, but it would always walk with me, death. its skinless face would look in my eyes, would amuse me a little and then ask for a dance. i at last refused it and moved on. the sky became blue and a pinch of blue is always better than a moonless midnight.
how do i decipher a smile? the reasons it has only the one wearing knows. i can just not mistake it for happiness. none knows if there's a garden or grave beneath. think before you tread on one, it might break into a frown or into something which can't be broken any further