• gehna09 5w

    The raindrops race down my windowsill and so do the tears from my eyes. Deep down I'm rooting for the right one to win but it's the left one that comes first. The left tear signifying pain, the saltiness, the sorrow buried deep within.

    I wipe my eyes and cheeks. I look at the time. It's time to cook. I go. I do my deeds. I come back and sit with my drops on the windowsill again. It's monotony with no desire. Often I don't feel like I'm the turmoil. Sometimes it's nothing. It's not the storm. It's not the desire. It's tedium. I don't know how to love the petrichor on this day. I don't know how to make coffee and chatter on this day. All i know is that I'm aimlessly walking miles with my thumb on the electronic pandora.

    I'm not still. There's no sense of solace. But there's no chaos. There's nothing. There's maybe a void. But there's nothing evident. And I don't know what to do. So I just sit and stare at the mundane existence of the world.
    ©gehna09







    note: I feel like I haven't written well in so long. And I feel like this. Exactly like this. And I don't know what to do. So I greet my old friend with a wistful smile. I hope you'll say hello too. <3

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    And I don't know what to do. So I just sit and stare at the mundane existence of the world.
    ©gehna09