The Silence of My Voice

Hello. Why do we need to begin anew, Why do we clean our slates? Why do we not desist? Why do we feel all the magic? Why can't we fondle that magic? Why are we aching, And when does the soreness ease? Why do we always meet at point zero? Why do we always fetch for those letters? Why can't we unlearn? Why is there an ending, And why don't we just know? Who's going to be beat my dragons? Where's my fairytale? When is it over? When does it become a memory? Do you have minor, unnoticeable feelings? Do you feel in ways where you shatter worlds? What are all these questions, And who's giving the answers? When does the grieving stop? When does the healing start? Do you tell a fib to yourself? When are you ingenuous? Are you diffident? Do you take care of your vulnerabilities? What time is it, And, why are you sleepless? Why are you weary? Why do you tuck away your scars? Why are you combative? Ho...

Okay. Sorry for not being able to update the Confessions routine, courtesy my college trip, and limitless measuring of mosque, and limitless tiredness.  Annnnnnd, FANTABULOUS FEBRUARY is here! FINALLY!  And today's inspiration is... Wait. See. Look at me. Try to envisage. I'm the most ecstatic thing ever gifted to you. I've given you reminiscence, ideas, the ability to see, to talk, to even love. I've given you the chance to know the universe like the back of your hand. Look at me again, I'm pretty, pink - even your girls like the tint. Don't misuse me. It hurts. Don't take me for granted. I have the power to make you see things non-existent, turn you non-existent for the world. The world will talk of my importance, but they will chick me out of their might too. Listen. Think. Yes, you need my help to think. But, think. Don't waste me. I'm valuable. You'll realise my essentiality some day. But I'm always around. I'll see you till...