my world
i open my eyes to a cyclone of sadness. circling images of his face. dejavu uninterrupted. the world is topsy turvy. and i am stumbling with it. cyclone, cyclone, take me away. tear my limbs into pieces and send me astray. to a different plane, i jump. where a different mind awaits. my skull opens up like a makeup compact. a pearl inside a shell. my brain rolls out like a gum ball and splatters like an egg. release. i close my eyes and breathe. a rush of air. it smells like a shroud. i breathe in deeper until I start gagging. i curl up inside my tiny arms. knees bent. i let my head hang. a rush of blood pours out of my skull. splatters all over his faces. come back to life. please. come back to life. there is no sound of a cyclone. there is no sound of my breath. i fall over to my side and stare bleary eyed across the skies. i close them. and wait. and listen. nothing. in my world anymore, death is the only thing alive.
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you are a beautiful writer…before you go….i want to tell you…life is beautiful. No matter what horrible things happen to you…no matter how ugly people can be, just listen to the birds and feel the breeze and watch the trees dancing for you…they do, for you…it is a magical place, even if you are utterly alone, even if you feel lonely, you know that there are many invisible ones who walk with you….don’t let the sleepwalkers fool you… there is magic in the air…and you are part of it…you came into this world for a reason…you wanted to be born as Manzoori for all the lovely growing your soul would know as you…..you don’t know what lies around the corner….be happy…wa salaam alaycom