When….

When you walk around the streets alone,

When the tears fall from heart,

When the pain is not shared,

When the world is nothing but chaos,

When you see a shattered person in the mirror,

When you walk yourself dead,

When your mind wanders to the fantasies,

When your words are unheard,

When you are in the thirst of appreciation,

When your dreams are lost in way,

When you know you gave up but don’t want to give up,

When the fear gulps you to death,

When you see the dark drapes surrounding you,

When you feel a burden of yourself,

is when you realize your heart stopped beating.

Published by penfluky

Writing is not a skill acquired through practice. Not for us, at least. Writing is a phenomenon that occurred to us when we wanted to shout our thoughts out. It happened when our brains formed a labyrinth of thoughts with no way out. The only way was to break the walls, the walls we constructed in our minds—the walls which stopped us from letting ourselves out. We broke the barriers using the mightiest weapon, the pen. Writing was our way out of that maze. Words and sentences flowed like a stream of some river, which consisted of A2Z instead of H2O. Soon the river filled the brain and the labyrinth was not visible anymore.

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